You’re not getting out
until the truth forms a dawn in you.
I’ll gather up the finest moon
and lather colors on the edge
I’ll blow a new wind through the dunes
through all your sunset silhouettes
I’ll scatter several shooting stars
among your pretty confused heads.
But truth be told
you’ll not get out
until the final truth can shout.
The gate is locked, the gate is closed!
It won’t open until all’s disclosed.
The gate is closed, the gate is locked!
it won’t open until all’s unblocked—
the inner chamber where waters start
the ears to hear the healer’s art
the hands to hold the truest friend
the eyes to see the patterns end.
This is the Tsunami zone
where the taste of love,
the very pulse of life
carries the threat of drowning
You’ll want to flee to higher ground
where everything seems safe and sound
You’ll want to keep one foot out
the moment’s door, to feed the doubt
The secret’s there, you know its truth
For so long we’ve been telling you:
To stay in you and ride the wave
to blessed be and boldly brave
and flip that mighty mermaid’s flip
until shapes of love form your lips
the waves still crash upon your shore
but not the conflict any more.
You can get RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soul. and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound, Link in bio. My book of mystical poems, Silence Begins Here, and book of love and erotic poetry, Wild Rose Hips, and Book of Rivers: Headwaters and Heartrocks will be out later this year. Follow me for mythopoetic inspiration and @wildnatureheart for my heart-centered nature connection & 1-on-1 inner/outer wilderness work. 🙏🌍🤠🦊🌲💚