Monday, November 07, 2005
Poem from Jeannine
Here is another poem from my longtime "spiritual buddy" Jeannine. I have posted her before, but always love her work.
Night bathing in the ocean
Night bathing in the ocean,
I rose out of water cleansed,
But planted in my flesh
was the seed of the moon,
sprouting just before sleep,
I could feel it... vines
spiraling up the spine.
Now in a forest of dendrites
blossoms iridescent as dragonflies.
(copyrighted material)
