Creatress, lover, traveller and sage
You gift the world and usher an age
of healing wonder
Deep blessings and bows for your care
do you care for yourself?
You have nothing left to earn and still you give
from the depths of Her
pouring out blessings with unspoken words
Where are you?
Who are you?
How are you here?
My path, yours
What is this place?
Your footsteps splash dewdrops on blades of grass
in each drop, the image of the moon
that is the moon
What is just beyond your grasp
I honor you and bow deeply to that which is inside me
you have just awoken
in the dewdrop that quivers with glee at the prospect of joining
the One swelling just below, just beside, just above
what wonder when we become the ocean
to birth again
…a new dewdrop