Moons upon moons
Just one has flown and you
Crested and Waned
Since last these words danced and came
forgotten in the snow
and left behind in the mountains glow
have at long last
come home
to find and portray
and whisper sweet messages to you
Listen to the hummmmmm
of the amplifier
of your hearts incessant beating
that calms the infants tender hearts seeking
the mothers tender breast yearning
to come home
Home
Home at last to the throne of your own kingdom
where life moves to the rhythm
of our own creations,
healing.
Home
where the power lies within your grace
to create
And rest your cheek
to the earth smiling sweetly
and
inhale the nurturing mother of being
taste the sweat of love sealing lips.
Home is where we are
Though its is here and there
and over yonder, just peeking through the cracks in the concrete.
Home is the heart beating,
bu bum, bum, bu bum, bu bump, bu bum bubum, bu bump
against ribcage and upon spine creating
It never stops moving to the internal drum
of God, and Mother, Son
moon ray Creation and Formless
Structure and Nurturance
The Flower and the Sun,
And so to home
Now
We shall flew
Like a bee buzzing in the lavender hedge
Home
In the Birds Nest hymn
of the beat
of the internal
eternal drum rhythm
of our own dulcimer heart song
then
Home
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