even now
Vast ages drawing closed and parted
Still remain within the core of
Our remembered being
Subtle calls
Stories told
A child’s imaginings
Inspiration by the muse
Tales told in amber dusk of evening
Over coffee
After meals of bread n brine

Before the lilith legacy or
Mediators of a mindless trance
Aeon’s dreams were held as dear
Form and matter for the mind to See
Sara’s latent
Living legacy
Intact
But for the opening

A knowing was secured
When speaking sweet encryption
Such as nursery rhyme
Sweet tales of newer times
Or falling in a lovers arms
In gardens of the soul
Faint hints
Within the deeper
Reaches up and whispers
“please ,….remember me”

For some the seed is scattered on the rocks
Finds fantasy a pointless goalless goddess
Meant for fools n folly

Others find a mild perception of the call
As sad sweet nuance of our anima design
A mild distraction in the world of held chaos

Then those that fall and stumble
With the urgency of
Children
At the beach
Tip head
Watch closely there between the waves
For symbols of the way we came
Confused but certain
Of the longing to return
Within the arms of source design
The place where one remembers
Mothers of the future forms
The Heart we now reside in
Likened to a dove held in the breast
A flutter of potential

Birdlike fools that find the potent folly
Music of the spheres
And puts old feet to dancing in the round
Jigs of joy
When seen
Might smack of madness
Laughter that might once be seen as witches
Under moons or seas of blue
Is seen anew
For
If one squints the eye of truth
And sees the light of every sun
Both dark n light
It might be said
She dances for us all
And notice…
Dust n fog that rises round the
Mild surrender seeks some
Willing breaths of matter riding on the wave
And squeals to heavens all
The inner makings of
Creation having her way
La la ollay! LA LA OLLAY!