She watches the ocean burning in the somnolent sunset,
Her ancient eyes quietly beholding the fiery wings of the horizon.
She smiles at this beauty that is her oldest friend and yet always her ever new one,
Wondering with what magic such renewal of reverence occurs,
Knowing even deeper that no words can ever comprehend this key to eternity.
The waves purr,
Confiding in her,
And she listens intently.
Changes coming,
They swirl,
That time has come to honor you,
O great mother.
She closes her eyes and nods a gentle ascent as the waves begin to chant worshipful watery mantras.
She rises to her feet,
Nestling her toes in the deliciously warm sand,
And imagines root-strong sylvan sinews growing from them and plunging deep into the boiling land,
Alighting toward the golden molten core,
Toward her heart,
Beating each year with the pulse of seasons,
The songs of harvest,
And there she connects.
She remains as thus,
Bridling her being to the throbs of the center as her spine stretches out ever so slightly,
Aligning itself in perfect symmetry.
Her roots begin to tingle and suckle,
And her body begins to be filled with harmony,
Sweet harmony,
Uniting her most disparate worries,
Her most dissonant desires,
In an axis of illuminated intention that soaks her with numinous strength.
She opens her aqueous eyes and stares aloft,
Tracing trails of starry crumbs,
Reading the poetry of the sky in their flickering light as the mild wind billows through her hair,
Tickling her ears with breathy kisses.
She stands,
Heaven and earth wetting in her heart,
And she giggles faintly as her spirit tingles with the sighs of inner alchemy achieved,
Awakening the sleeping nectar waiting in her essence.
She closes her eyes as the last fireflowers lick the sky before retreating into the dim dusk,
And she feels for the waves,
Pets them motherly with her silent hopes,
Feels them coming and going,
The blood of the earth,
The mysterious magnetism of water promulgating the law of attraction,
The charter of love and freedom.
She feels the auburn sea of her own blood flowing,
Her own breath in and out,
In and out,
Just like the sussurus waves in a dance of elated animation.
And her body begins to slowly melt,
Inside becomes out,
Embracing the emptiness hidden within its every pore,
Finding presence in space,
Peace in timelessness,
Where bellows the thirst of angels.
She breathes in the final flicker of the solar hymn,
Exhales moonlight and wraps her arms around the earth,
As a tear joyously cascades from her eye down to the infinite grains of sand that are holding out their pearly hands outstretched in welcoming celebration.
She sighs a sigh of utmost serenity,
Then pours out all of her mind's mumbles into the airy hands around her,
Falling back into the hammock of her heart,
Strung between Venus and Mars.
Yes,
She thinks,
With a honeyed smile whirling on her lips,
It's time I changed.
It's time I changed.
It's time.
It's time.
