No Other Power

Seek no higher world.
If you breathe through the place
where you already are
and return to your seed
through the stem of this body,
you will meet the ancient ancestor
deep beneath time.
The tribe of the first people
will spring from the loam.
Their place of emergence
is the yoni at the center
of the sun mandala,
yet it might be any dust mote
on a thread of mycelia. 
Now you remember
how to play the drum
of your diaphragm
with dancing bones of love.
How to pluck the antelope 
horned lyre of your heart,
using fingers of the moon.
How to scent healing sage
in the desert of a teardrop.
So many lives we've spent
creating “you” and “me”!
But there is no greater power
than the way we melt
into each other,
becoming rain.
The way we are poured
as one offering
into the flame of this exhalation,
healing the earth.

Art by aboriginal painter Colleen Wallace