There is a sacred place for everyone including
you, where there are mountains in your rocking
chair time, and from where you sit you can see as
far as the spirit wanders and the eyes amaze.
A place for you where the sun remains anchored
to the universe, the world revolves and falls
backwards into the waiting arms of the full moon,
into a safe space, where your thoughts become one.
Where you can stand astride the earth, stretch
your arms to tether the polar caps and captain this
giant ball of atoms as it hurdles and spins through
matter, creating a wind of possibility combing
In this your sacred space, the sky envelops you.
You are part of all that you see, and in the
distance a silver horizon drawn on a white canvas,
slowly disappearing into canyons of your mind,
searching deep into your soul, where you become
a part of every possibility.
Here, the visible boundary is the luminescent aura
of all that surrounds you. Where in the remnants
of rainbows you go gently embracing your spirit,
letting yourself believe in you.