A simple weaving

highest joy

but not buzz high

mountain top,

regal

stable

high

the top of

something

big,

the tip of

truth, tipping

with you,

through you and

into the world around

you —

all in cadence

with the

natural flow

of the natural

way

of the natural woman

or human

or creature

or fixture

or nature —

oneness,

the web of

it all into

itself,

expressed out

to know itself —

all players

existing at once,

once beacon of

light shown,

just for each

moment, to get

its moment,

its shine,

its solar

plexus fire light

back out

to itself,

into the world,

through the changing

breath of

the wind

‘a flower feels

like this’ she

prompts

raven to raven

tree to tree

only halfway

between

ground and death,

but releasing the

force

that is not

theirs,

and their

natural

inclination

to trust in

their shine

to trust in the

placement

of their

petals

so that when

they’re put in a

bunch

amongst other

soft blooming

bold

beautiful, soft

wildflowers,

they now the power

of this

moment

of color,

the power of

this water

that keeps them

all living,

and they let the

rest simply be

that —

simplified

perfected,

light always

changing

somewhere

between

bright and dim

and dim

and dimmer

and bright

and brighter

and bright

a simple weaving

put into the

hands of

the maker,

watching

itself

make with

ease

and unprecedented

delight

dimples out,

eyes sparkling kind

of life —

the ground is here

the ground is here

hallelujah

let’s celebrate

// Cassedy O'Neill