When you are broken bring yourself
back from warm despair
by bathing
by bathing
on edge of whispered streams
and brittle rivers
and brittle rivers
there next to the running water you
may find that out of your deep
breaths falls a
a platinum veined feather
breaths falls a
a platinum veined feather
that smells
Like tiger-lily pine tree hybrids
The feather will lead you
on a journey to find the god it belongs to
You won’t have to look far
She’ll be waiting nearby
And when you look at her
Her face will welcome you
Invite you to open yourself
To the privilege of help
Of flight,
the joy of air, and
the joy of air, and
the melody weightlessness
her own softness is bathed in wisdom.
And it all balances on a throne made from the silk
woven by
woven by
nymph born seraphim
and dusted with fallen stars
and dusted with fallen stars
her smile looks like laughter
and when she's open
the fire of every yesterday
dances behind her blue-gray eyes
She’s a bird of experience
who holds her own as
a woman of youth
who holds her own as
a woman of youth
She’s a dream blessed in
whole notes and flat chords
she sows deep medicine in the space between
the beats that
Float up from moonlit high tides
of panic
of panic
If you find that feather
And you bring it to her
She will sense your light
And turn it on.
and you will leak the shine
from the new tears bornin your eyes
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