The bottom of my lungs fill with air
curved       curling
My toes fill with oxygen
seems like this is the first time
I have breathed for a day
aware.

In grace
I come into being
Like turning corners in slow motion
at the edge of a canyon
conducting love affairs with myself ,
with the woman I see there
atop the rocks
as I move
unassisted
In breath
Towards her

Medicine Woman
Pinprick Precision
Sensual Earth Goddess
Commanding her power
Laughing at the fool she is
Laughing at the fool we all are
Beating with her bare feet the sound of Joy

Perpetual Spring in her mind
Summer turning at her body,
Winter sashays round her hips,
Autumn in her eyes

No flight of fancy
A grounded cunning
A carefully cultivated madness , powering dreams and vision
Love is her curls.

I'm just a waking
In breath .