Let Space Grow.

Now next precipe

of gentle cusp calls,

Rising, Light Rose comes

as Leaps Of Faith,

the stepping through,

the flying burning,  

 going down, also

Rises, Shines.

 

In The Going Of

love beam parts, 

as sun sets fragments whole,

Warm me, stir me, nourish us
creator,

Both seeded soil and

tender shoots do shine.
 

 

Hold Me,
Fruitful Wildnerness
softly, gently, wilfully

With You To You As You,

This, The Infinite Well

Of All Our Nature,
Love.

 

Be, Hear, See,

By Our Many Sides
Let your light cusps and
wily shadow dancers be
Pleased and sated,
finally, free.

Txx
 

Luceat Lux Vestra

~ Life Cycles