Maybe I just needed a new perspective – like the famed Hanged Man of tarot – committed to some deep, internal need, willed a horizontal
Lead the children to the waters’ edge, let spirits that dwell there enchant, sun glistening on star-filled eyes….. teach the essence of dolphin breathing, the
Imperceptibly they disappear no ghostly trace I am a doorway – open, transparent, absorbing teleporting extinguishing souls, spirited away Eden-bound no return.
Combing sand, seeking wholeness aged eyes perceive fragments, sharpened by tidal cycles Inevitable, I surmise and persist. (Written for Fandango’s one word prompt: cycle, and
Dance beside Father Spirit His universe a sacred gift Join me here & out there, find you are a favourite star – The good which