Once a tiger, always a tiger.
No amount of magic
can untwist long worn stripes.
Same lesson, different day.
The universe speaks.
I listen.
This is a place where all who are aware can partake of my journey, and share of their own.
Calm awakening in my soul.
Like a shimmer I feel your heart
Reaching, touching, pressing against mine.
Synchronicity, beating
Only we can hear it.
Like that shooting star,
magnificent whispers across the sky!
Flying, free falling now into your arms.
Wake me up, land me safely?
Butterfly kisses on lips speaking true.
Heart to heart.
Always chasing feathers on the wind.
My heart aimlessly wandering alone.
Until one day the eagle dropped his finest feather.
I reached up and stole it from the breeze,
Put it in my hair and called it home.
I liked the way it adorned me.
I liked the way its energy brought me to myself.
I had never imagined eagle feathers,
Always sparrows and hawks and wrens...
But the strength of the eagle was my fortress
My equal, my love….
The feather heavy now,
rests against my cheek
droplets gather there… salty pain.
That feather…
A storm proof shelter
So much between each fragile line.
Free to drift if not for the gravity of love.