stepping out into the rain drenched air...she noticed immediately how the rain had stopped, yet remained present in her sphere of gradually opening...gyrations of hips, as durga celebrates all that is both dark and light blending..carrying integrity in plumage rising--at the first touch of morning..gathering courage to live one's life--and not another's...as a blueberry can never be a reed..that which heals can not again bleed..neither stumbling, nor ascending--the flat earth felt feisty underneath her bronze sandals--stepping out amidst the dream tinged dawn- no poem to uphold the masses--simply smiles emerging--signaling the dry kindling/kingdom within... bursting into flame--simply carrying the name of the one whose tea light eyes sympathize the common person and angel countenance--meeting as one brocade cape to wear through out the century--without harming anyone..for we have come to be light beams for each other--escorting each other home...
his eyes, like an amber comb
dancing through her honeyed hair-
-illuminating the sky
for as far as one could see...
in the meaning behind synchronicity-
how all these lifetimes,
wearing all these various hats..
to arrive at this one...
meeting truth--half-way...fancy that!
~kate lamberg..(c) '13
internet photo..
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