In the silver forest of my mind you sit and wait for me my Lord
You have waited lifetimes

The great white oaks that surround you dance in the full yellow moon and sing of Your Love.
You draw near to me, you’re endless; stretching out in time and space.

My attention to this moment recalls my joy and pain; I surrender at Your feet.
How can I master the complexities of my mind, so easily forgetting You?

Within this I am wavering on the surface of existence.
I want to be fully awake

In the urban jungle of my world you sit and wait for me my Lord.
You will wait lifetimes.

It all started with an idea.

The drama escalating with a Persil smelling bed sheet, Auntie Margaret and me… somewhere.

The persona of a young woman:
paraded and stuffed,
dressed and made-up.

The denial of womanhood, the rites of passage and me…somewhere.

The play continues.

I stood swirling above myself:
green tights,
pointed ears,
and blushed cheeks.

My own private audience, Master of the Pixies, Auntie Margaret and me…somewhere.

“Where are you?”

She begins…
“In your middle�

demonstrating;
with her circle of red chalk on the pavement.

I now have a glimpse of my cut out shadows of shadows,
my layers of tinted glass.

Patterns within patterns, you and I within each other and Mister God within us all.

I am now sewing my poetry within the cosmic eye…I am all full…

and I end within your middle.

It’s difficult to suddenly watch a person change in front of your eyes.

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