I swim. . . with her
in her emerald wilderness
in the marrow
of her midnight sea. I drift
through her forest
of coral trees and shelled flowers. I
move
to her silent rhythm beating
beating
beneath the earth where
she works her secret ways.
I echo . . . her mystery. I see
as she sees
into inner most nature. I lie
with her
on a white mountain, give
birth with her
on a white mountain.
Animals sing her. . . like winds
they whisper
sounds without words. Mute
wisdom’s,
everywhere scatter
like stars.
Tremble. . . free
as the great light overflows.
Lifting my arms to reach for the heavens
embrace. . . the deathless.
Colorful, yet formless:
death
and life, is her dancing. Infinite,
and endless, rising and setting of her sun.
Her vessel is empty
yet full, with the beating of life and laughter.