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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