It happened to me on the beach.
Can you feel the pulling at you?
Does it penetrate through your life
yet empty of Rumi’s Ecstasy?
Persian night scents waft through the garden
secret…guarded. Who knows which or where or why?
A thickening pulse thorough the jasmine
fragrance of all that is and was builds to
forever.Wake up! Waiting ends now.
Did you even see it?
I saw it along the beach.
No, there’s nothing sacred-face it.
But I want this passage
And your blessing, too.
The playful angel, Life, with
chubby thighs recites from a book.
She’s heart-wise and radiates innocence.
Keep it there and focus close
Blur the distance for
Perspective. Wrap up…
Then I see it on the beach.
A double space place opens up
Offered to me but I’m not ready.
I’m still vulnerable to you,
and you, too.It pulls me in and wraps
around the day-lit moon that’s
cut sharp on one side but
Softened on the other. A bright white
Sun spot melts into pink
washing over the gray.
I see it arch back cat-like,
first one then the other.
I walk backwards through
rainbow’s end while watercolors
bleed around me.
Questioning silenced by the moon,
sun, clouds, and liquid prism-too much giving-
even fish couldn’t swallow fast enough.
And now, my heart shell falls as
I let go, step down and
Allow it to crack.