Power

Take back your power!
Breathe your heart clear.
Cleanse your gaze
with the gaze
of the Beloved,
who is any stranger.
Why hunger for images
when you could thirst
for Being?
It is not your story
that heals the earth,
but your fragrance.
Love opens without a word,
just the burning sigh of
scattered pollen,
the sizzle a moth makes
entering the flame.
Taste that fire in your sap,
your spine a green
fountain of fierce deeds.
Let those deeds be
wild and unrehearsed,
petals that open and fall
in a single gesture
of death.
Make your intellect
the clear blue sky,
where beams of compassion
pour down into these
dark furrows,
our wounds.


Michele123m, flickr