Ascending

scarcely a poem of a cycle of water

her words, her words, words, words are gentle mists from mysteries of fog’s condescension of drops

exuded from mystery’s bosom. they fall to my surface gracing my flat calm with tears.

if her tears are ones of sadness my love absorbs them washes clean, offers oneness with soft hearts embrace.

or tears of joy, my surface absorbs her embrace with grace and welcome home unto my waters of lake.

we are but many into forms exchanging grace; vapors ascending, caressing sky with brush-stroked clouds, whipped by winds cold, warm, and hot.

blown up into thunderheads, dances of lightning make. and torrents of rain fall, replenishing rivers streams and lake.

lake accepts the force, her force of each drop in downpours blending surface with air fused as one in a single breath followed

by many, the thrill of her force from skies above, rising waters she doth make and spill over man-made dams.

lake’s surface gone-transformed replaced. sky water and lake transmuted flow and raging waters rapids make.

entwined, enraptured a fusing embrace rush together to the sea, to the open embrace of the sea.

taken by currents lake and rain blend and once again the heat makes vapors ascending to

oneness.

Where did this come forth? Arising from feeling the petals of my heart are opened by the softness of showers. There has been a collective sigh of relief in Northern California with the rains and the end of fire season. Transformation of a higher order is in the air. It seems to be everywhere. I feel I have been gestating an energy given me to open to the highest of consciousness. It’s almost too much.

Thank you for joining me in the adventures that span the oneness of a water cycle. Blessings, Passion, and Grace on your journey.

May whatever or whomever your looking for — find you.