Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Becoming

Becoming
By Jason C. Motsch


The golden spiral tail jars my memory with the
Sun drenched veil it lays upon my soul.
Meadows and forests speak foreign tongues,
Sweeping my heart into migrating spirit houses.
Filled with amber light from sacred black holes,
Noble animals radiate with the density of a god.
The rooted webbing of the universe feeds
Everything as we exist just above the surface,
Carried by rolling waves of illuminated splendor,
a shadow away from becoming.


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