I look upon myself
from above,
not with technology
but with ancient
inner knowledge
Knowledge I have
acquired over
many times, many phases
Ánd what do I see?
A girl-woman
who has burst her chains
and is flying free.

My soul is soaring
Over the verdant greens
of hilltops and mountains
oceans and streams
I hear the faintest cry
of the foxes
and the sonar sound of whales
of mother creatures giving birth
and the quiet
wet slide of snails
I glide over mountain ranges
so high
that one must re-learn
how to breathe
heady oxygen
enters my
bloodstream.

Onto the ice floes
I continue to weave  
Snowy tundras call to me :
"Come to us and receive
The coolness to ease
your burning heart
the shade to relieve your soul…
Dive into the arctic waters
And let the deep freeze flow
Over your body
To calm and soothe
its heat
Into your heart
to temporarily relax
Its torrid beats

Onto
another world
of lush leafy forest
canopies of green
They seem
to understand my yearning
As they let off
their natural steam
instead of burning
Even the beasts cry out
as they come together,
The entire jungle is in estrus,
it seems,
as it comes alive
with a ******* music
beyond the control
of mammal and fowl
As the tigers cry,
I hear the wolves howl…
As all comes undone
At the seams

Now the vast deserts
Call me
Their whorls of texture
Twirling around my soul
But I cannot burn anymore
So I must push on
I must let them go
I need liquid, would do anything
For a drop of some form of water
Please …take me
to a stream or river
It cannot get any hotter
I need to take a dip with all
The nymphs
And otters, frogs
water lilies
sprout in my spine

Let me dive into the depths
Of freshness
Or fly into the depths
Of your soul
I raise my arms in supplication
For now
The heavens are in control


And then..whoosh..
My soul buoys up
Over to you
And within the refuge
Of  your arms
I need no landscape:
It all comes together;
The deserts, the jungles
The mountain air
The frosty ice floes
The forest floor
All the elements are
within this Love
this creation
between you and I
Passion, lust and beauty
Are the only things
That fly

…and now I have landed
no need to
restlessly roam…
for I have landed
in your air space

and my soul--
could it be?
yes,
is at
Home.