Don't wait for the world to say,
'There she is!'
Create the universe
by spreading your wings.
Start flying and stars will appear
like droplets shaken from your feathers.
Unfolding spaces will yearn you
into that ancient heart of blackness
whose attention has been captured
by your willingness to fall,
your refusal to be named,
your divine impatience.
I too by outstretched wings
am a Creator of stars,
space and longing.
When our wings touch,
we create each other.