Sun Flung

from sun afar flung and reaching
we tower but not without first bowing, bowed,
hailed and hailing illumination,
our father finding
our mother receiving,
stretching;
we all entangle ourselves
screaming from womb
to world believing stories of separation,
deluded by a blinding sight
but all these roots tell our truths
born somewhere in a night long languishing
a whisper of patterns repeating undiminished stories
of love unique,
unity in spite of denial’s isolation
see…
we are the stars and songs of dirt
we are the sun and mirth of moon’s wine
we are, all of us, waiting for the rain in a forest where sun shines,
living, breathing tension, sighing into sight
a song of colors colliding eternal rhythm for soul’s dance.
divine.