Roots and Wings

The night wrapped around them...it hung lightly on their aware and naked bodies. The stars hung lazily in the late night sky. So still they lay as they gazed upon the landscape of brilliant, kinetic cosmic fireflies that painted their ceiling at this perfect moment.

Nathan looked over at Marena admiring how calm and at peace she was. It pleased him to know that he could give to her what she had given to him....roots and wings.

At that very moment, Marena turned her gaze toward Nathan and their eyes met in a smile. They did not speak, for often they found it a waste of time.....they already knew the words.

She admired the giving and tender nature of this strong and determined man. The most generous soul she knew was also the soul that made hers wild in their moments of great passion. He was as wicked as he was wise, and Marena found this very compelling.

She rolled atop him then......allowing him to view her moonlit body. Stretching and bending like the breeze she was caressed by............she smiled down at her lover.

enough......

Met myself in a warm and
white
meditation
She asked me a question simple
in its flow
Yet the answer I did not immediately
know

"What do you give me?"
Was her deep yet simple
query

She asked it in perfect metered 
prose
as I rose
to step
away from her, certain our
time had come to an end
this day

I turned to gaze into her eyes, my
eyes
Looking for a glint that she might be
joking, lightly teasing
This was no joke, her silence told me

"It is I, too, who must live with your
choices, your decisions
I, being the you who lives inside
The you of the outside must walk
the roads
This synergy of us is out there in
the rocks
and the sun and the snow
making it day to day
moment to moment
joy to joy
heartache to heartache
I am here to guide us deeply
in the ways not of the
physical world you trudge
through"

"So, tell me....what do you gift to us?"

I became perplexed, anxious
Fearing I may make a mistake
Fearing I may utter the wrong words

My answer came as the hawk flew over
our blanket on the soft green grass
of the ground where we
meet
"I will give you wings" I whispered
"I do not need your wings, I am free"
she shouted

Running the grass between my trembling
fingers, I spoke again
"I will give you roots" I sang
"I need not the roots, I am deeply rooted now"
she returned

A tear fell to my face.....the task seemed so
daunting
As the eagle passed over on the
current of invisible air without a sound
I knew what we needed, what she
wanted

Lowering  my head in humble gratitude
I said....
"I will give you my throat, so that you may
sing our truth from this place
of peace"

She was still, perfectly still
Sister Wind came and wrapped
around us
I waited for a response, stillness
met me, silence over took
me
I once again, looked upon my
own eyes
Tears of joy rolled and rushed 
down the
contours of her face
They formed a pool of blue
between us

She gathered her self and spoke....
"This is all I could ever ask for"
"Thank you, let us begin this very
moment"

I found myself back where I had begun
no longer in my meditative
space
with
myself
face to face

I rose, taking my station
in front of the mirror
on my wall
As I gazed into our eyes
she again spoke to me
gently.....

Her first truth from my
throat 
(and I quote)

"I am enough, always in all ways"

I give.....

 

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Take

the gardens

Take

the oceans

Take

the woods

Take

the mountains

Take

me

 

Walk

the world

Walk

your path

Walk

with peace

Walk

with me

Walk

me

 

Spill

upon me

Spill

over in joy

Spill

your song

Spill

it into my ears

Spill

over

Fill

me

 

Climb

the incline

Climb

the hill

Climb

the mountain

Climb

in....next to me

Climb

me

 

Give

me your time

Give

me your love

Give

me your truth

Give

to yourself

Give

me

to myself again

 

I give

you my time

I give

you my love

I give

you my truth

I give

to myself....my self

I give

to you...

Me

Mine

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Since you've asked....this is how I answer
Since the space was created for my response
This is how I choose to respond
From my place of cherished memories

My memories are mine
Yours belong to you
Co-mingled they may be
Yet not celebrated as created
In perfect synergy

My recall is precious
Know it to be mine
You need not embrace the past
as I do

I ask you for nothing more
than this
The realization of the truth
I own my memories
They are mine
They shall spill out on the floor
in moments painted with technicolours mixed with magic
They are my colours.....
my magic

Mine

Memories, the same....perhaps not
Yours may be dull and dark, filled with regret
Mine are vibrating and vibrant and vital
Alive, when I bring them out into the sun to
breathe once more
Alive they remain in my radiant recall

They will know sweet slumber soon
While I birth new memories...magic
with new born co-creators...
magical
Newborn,  they will live amongst those residing in my mind
The magic memories of my mind...are mine

This is what I give....I ask for
nothing more