the yearning for him, to be close to him 

I don’t indulge it or inflame it and I don’t deny it 

I let it come out and I let it be, I let it rest, I let it breathe and be seen 

I stand on the top of the ridge 

before Grandfather Sun and the Sky Grandmothers 

with all of my Relations and the Angels of the Tree of Life 

with the Stone People and my Magdalene brothers and sisters 

I speak out loud…I want, I need, I love, I feel, I am seen 

I rest in the light of day, I start with my roots through my feet 

breathe up, resting in the bowl of my womb, alive 

breathing up through the gates, the Nectar, the life force 

my heart it swells, it is afraid, I let it burst up through the corridors 

Cosmic Buddha Christ, Angels of the side bodies 

offering up the red death, offering up the white glare 

I take refuge in the Buddha, Dharma and Sangha, my True Essence 

Divine Mother, who never fails me 

we breathe in, we breathe out, we sing 

I stroke my arms and my hips, I stride with dignity 

I rest in the Beingness that I Am