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Mazie:

 

 

Marina Wildlife Morphing

 

 

 

Meandering along the waterfront,

the marina becomes the entire universe.

Kites spiral and spin in, spinning me

into Your Heart through the winds of Time.

Multi-colored trailing silks whirl like the Cosmos.

Would it were for just one day, that i were that kite,

aloft inside the vast blue Sky of God,

touching every particle of You as the breeze does,

everywhere at once with infinite Joy and Tenderness.

 

Sitting on a wooden bench, embraced by the Sun,

we watch a gopher peering all around, in wonder.

i wonder why the small creature isn't afraid of us.

Such Love creates no fear in anything, anywhere, ever.

She pulls in bits of grass and goosedown,

dreaming of the Happy Home she makes beneath the ground.

Would it were for just one day, that i were she,

creating Harmony with bits of fluff and straw,

to make a nest to cradle You in, Safe from any harm.

i would Love to hold You in the Darkness of Mother Earth,

faces lit from a Light born from my Heart looking into Yours.

 

The splendid movements of the pure white crane;

Languid and exact, like a slow-motion Dance performed

by a young Thai girl, exotic, intriguing, breathtaking!

With one quick thrust of that glistening black bill,

a silver-bodied fish is captured and carried to the shore.

Would it were that i were that fish and You the crane.

i would gladly be swallowed up to nourish You.

To live inside of You as the blood that flows with Life,

i would die Happily, accepting That with surrender,

Surrendered to What Is, as much and more as the fish,

as the little fish who knew that the time had come to Die.

 

 

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To live inside of You as the blood that flows with Life,

i would die Happily, accepting That with surrender,

Surrendered to What Is, as much and more as the fish,

as the little fish who knew that the time had come to Die.

 

 

 

No one knows the reason

for any of this --

why do they even make it

a question?

Death doesn't.

The wild wonder of that

moment is suffcient to still

any comparisons.

This is not a metaphor --

it will be the same Love

that opens the door outward

it once opened inward.

I am that

swinging door,

hinges oiled by Heart's

Juices, not knowing

out from in, death

from life, me

from You.

 

What is surrender?

 

This fish happiness is

no puzzle to the crane, just

another meal in the happiness of

blood, flowing out of time, pouring

into death for life, and not knowing.