"What beyond the sunrise and set, beyond body and mind? What then when body and mind have left me, and I am but dust and ash molten with Earth? What then when all that has been left are my words, like this, now, and you are not you, yet another, reading? What immense wonder we are blessed with. Grasp my hand, do not let go. This flight is simply fantastic." - Susan Marie
you are like the sun shining on a day grey bleak and dank
like when the cold rain settles deep within your bones and city smog clogs your lungs
you are like the sun shining on such days while driving
a bird flutters by with the flowers budding through springtime's forever battle with time
and you the sun shining
your energy is Mother - Father nature combined
and the clouds gather in cirrus wonder trying to block you from reaching the Earth
but you are shining
like a stone tossed and turned flipped over three times skipped across a pond ending on the bank of a river turned upward neck craned feet planted in dirt and silt a part of history of time long past yet here and now you are the sun
mirrored in an iris solitary drops of tears the dew of morning, fresh gracing petals pristine and magnificent
I call you self standing in baptism in blessing naked in purity no weights nor burdens as the wind your voice speaks volumes of ages of antiquated species
I call you self alive in the turbine the hurricane the tsunami the earthquake the deep rich soil beneath footpads in other worlds times and lives
I call you self the fresh breeze that kisses my cheeks as my head tilts upward towards skies of cerulean
I call you self my beloved for I love self and self is love and all of this
existing
is divine as a dream as no sleep as the deep black dark velvet coat of night as the rich morning burst like a palette of desire the sun shines for you, my self
I call you self for you are alive and all of this for you for the universe is self the moons, planets, stars are an extension of your heart
the leaves of the trees are your limbs, love your spirit is self
in this world, this great expanse this book of knowing and not knowing being and not being laughing and crying loving and letting go
in this immense skyscrape
you are self
do not discount your being you may be but one feather on the tip of the wing of an angels flight but you are golden self
so be happy be happy self
for you are self and this is what I call you
for I am you self my beloved mine
I belong to only you and my heart whispers poetry in this hollow place this beauteous world this troubled time
come, come and smile, self you were born with wings that beat as thunder with the volcanic rumbling of Mother Father Earth
