
Wild Muse Rising
creatrix
ask her to tell you her most intimate deepest dreams
and then listen
listen with spaciousness of heart
as there are no words
to convey the stirring of
swirls inside her
you we'd be amused
see her writing pen
moving by her muse
effortlessly
gracefully
across the milky paper
and beyond the pages of what is visable
comprehensible to mind
as her gaze reach far into the distance
deep into her rooting
be ready to see
wilderness beyond obscurity of form
realms of microcosmic nature
full of life sparks
and macrocosmic world
beyond what can be seen
in the darkest of interior caverns
she yearns to answer her own call
and follow it through
to face her own shadow
as the moment unfolds
she finds her self one with the fluidity of paint and brush and the canvas
flow and ebb, dark and light
the painter uknown
her yearnings unfolding
in her every move
in her every poise
and as you hold her other hand
and feel the warmth of your skin against hers
know you are discerning
the wholeness of entire universe
in one single pulse
and you realise
there is not a thing that will not spill
from and into her dreamy eyes
the water gushes out
caressing anything on its path
the endless ocean of
tears, sweat and heavy clouds
ready for release
with Waxing Moon
and then you see
it would be from here
new earth continues to grow
watching her getting fuller
filling her own cup once more
February 2019