A crack in the heart
whispers of change…
Bison thunder, the bull takes the lead
and the herd spreads like fire across the vast plains of my imagination…
Beauty nested in the jagged opening before me,
where mystery dances
in the spaces of my breath,
searching for the bridge from here to now,
like the arc of wisteria
to this moment
that beckons.
Nothing more.
This is all I need,
this opening,
no matter how small,
I can slip through and beyond
if I only trust what I cannot see…
Trust this spin
of time,
in the dark place of the moon
birthing me,
into the sweetness
of not knowing….
Lea Goode-Harris
April New Moon in Taurus-
Earth Day