Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Beauty To Be Born



The sun breaks through –
My shadow
Spooks some iridescent flies
Resting on a garden chair.


Dear Mother and Father,
Now, I am a Grandparent too.
Wherever your spirits are now,
You would be proud too.


Beauty to be born.
It’s a call to trust
To allow the unfolding to happen
To know from the heart
That’s all.


Travelling between worlds
Being reborn in the air
Then after this

The heaving earth and infinite sky.


Streaked across the Western sky
White diamond, blue haze;
Light created
In the shade of ancestors.




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