Friday, August 11, 2006

flights of union

Birds fly up
Suddenly there are landmarks
in the sky.
Vivid wings
a plumage of us.
A startled union

but still
every feather, its own mind.

It happens in an instant
a world breaks away

from its moorings
showers of birds

fall upwards
into Her open hands
each flight a feeling,
a hue of love
and arousal.

Every atom finds its voice
to be Her speech.
Bodies arrive from a million places
to be Her one lover.

The Goddess is a riot
uplifting appearance into vision,
Her wing-beats

are our breath.