Earth’s breath, expression of cicadas’ song
a shoreless surf that rattles through the leaves
and layers like a sea of living sound
above the muted roaring of the falls.
Bright star, you are Apollo, Lord of Light,
we drink you, and you know us in our cells,
we recognize our power in your heat,
surrender is coherence in your love.
A passion and a poetry and force
upholds the mystic heart in time and keeps
Her wordless beauty on my lips, like white
crisp birch trees face the soul’s Venusian source.
Soft skin, not paper wraps their naked trunks.
How happy is the lifetime of a tree,
to take in sun and water and to breathe,
to rise in an ascension towards the heights,
to generate a dome that holds our world.
Whose being is self-giving to the One,
whose growth contains star circles through the sky.