With my inner ear I hear
the pulse,
beat,
kernel,
yoke,
the miniscule point of her dancing.
A Great Red Flower dances
wild and free
From the deep of the sea, on plains
and valleys, in the labyrinth of earth
surrounding the heavens, she
dances. Petals within petals, within
petals, she opens
then closes: whirring.
Her leaf-veins filled with sap, circulate
the cosmos. The fruit
of her trees ferment into wines.
Her golden center our deepest longing.
The Great Feminine: her gyrations transform.
Dive deep. . . Capture
her center in the root of the heart,
Her golden raw bloodlike center, pulsing.
She: All life within and about you.