mist falls, may springs,
my heart jumps at
opportunity
to run wild and bee free
to cry out and scream and say
yes this is it
drums beat, beltane calls
and a rattlesnake boils in the pot,
its skin laid out to tan and dry,
love
courses across this land, like the great river of time,
as i float and bob, ebb and weave, recede and submerge
in its currents, the wind gusting overhead while grandfather owl
hoots and hollers from the coastal desert brush,
with generosity of Spirit, the voluptuous priestess presides
over this ceremony, ushering forth a unifying vibration
it rings out over the undulating, lush hills as they spread
eastward from the 15, like a lovely lady's petticoat
gently pushed aside, we honor her fertility, of course
and we cherish his seed, his piercing consciousness,
striking purpose, the valiant effort of swimming upstream
against all that is all that would pull us back down into our
ordinary rhythm, into our illusions of separation, this one he sings like a king and moves
like a word that cannot usher forth from the deep pit of our collective psyche
that which is yet unknown and made to be manifest.
we await this crowning day,
of glory.
