I am the wind that churns. I am a young bird weeping. I am the center of the hawk’s red eye and … it’s hard to believe it has been perfect from the start. Yes, perfect from the start. Is it any wonder I cry so hard? Is it any wonder I laugh so loud?
I grew up in the cracks of skyscrapers. I taught myself to run before I could walk. I’ve seen the world in flames. I’ve heard my mother sobbing. I know your pain because I am an old man dying. I am the newborn’s breath. Is it any wonder?
I am a towering tree. I am a shooting star. I am the ocean I swim in, the mountains I climb, the lovers I’ve known, the light and the dark & the child at play & I am the song of souls singing this song called joy. This is living. This is Life. I hardly believe I‘ve always known how to sing, I simply forgot the song until now.
I am the newborn universe born once more, over and over again. I am an old woman speaking her wisdom to the universe. I am a young bird singing. I am its Mother weeping. I am the sun laughing all the way every single day & it’s hard to believe it’s been perfect from the start, yes, perfect from the start.
I followed the song of the nightingale through the forest to the edge of my mind. I remembered to cut lilacs from the bank of the creek as I raced to the place we first met. The Muses found me naked singing lullabies to shooting stars over a blue harvest moon. Fearful for my sanity, they summoned the Elder Blue Sprytes & the Green Wood Elves; odd creatures revered for their great healing powers. Do you remember the cliffs of desire where we first met at the edge of the world near the temple of the heart where a forgiving ocean meets the grateful sky? Do you remember Frey, the golden bear who wished us well?
The Elder Blue Sprytes were certain I must be either crazy or insane from hunger so they fed me cherry blossoms & tried to distract me with fantasies from the other side of time. The Green Wood Elves being somewhat more pragmatic & far more grounded in reality than their cousins insisted I was a sign from the great source of our belonging. They proudly displayed their magic to me. They showed me how they had learnt to make stars sing. I had never heard a true symphony until that day.
They taught me how to expand my heart beyond what I had believed was it’s ultimate frontier. They showed me how they weave their magick spells with charming hope I might finally free myself from the ghosts of my past & the image of you when we first met. I could never let that happen. I couldn’t if I tried. Sometimes Green Wood Elves can be so naive. I love this cliff near the den of the bear where the sky drinks the sea & mountains stand tall at the edge of my mind where we bathed in an ocean of forgiveness. That was 10,oo0 years ago but here I still stand. The Western Wind says you will be home soon. I knew you would return. Hurry now. My whole world is waiting for you. I am still holding lilacs too.