The Time of Flight.

July 22, 2015 § Leave a comment

 © Lindsey Erin Luna

© Lindsey Erin Luna

“There is honey in the temple, said She. Sweet, flowing nectar.
It pours from the abandoned fountain, to the north of His land.
Shielded in grace by the flight of daytime doves, and protected
Through patrol of night crow.
She who wanders may be pulled to the Oasis of fluidity.
Scrambling terra of Acacia trees & sagebrush, finding her path
Amongst those who have traveled before, with arms open, to the
Medicine of Heart.
What is there for me? She may ask,
As the leather unbinds from her Soul, a material cast
Gently from Father’s hands, by Mother’s love, knowing
That they, too, will become undone…”

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