a Meeting

sitting still

in the subtle

and silent breeze

a stirring

of wings

whirring wondrously

in Waves

whilst whipping

up a frenzy

of Wind

into my face

in suspended Grace

and suspenseful Space

beak to beak

eye to eye

ear to fear

the rustling

of feathers

reverberating with

the wrestling

of tethered fates

of churning anxieties

within my brain

the hustling

of weathered weights

of whirling worlds

and burning societies

upon my shoulders

the humming

of sequestered pain

within our selective blame

and my collective shame

the drumming

of my heart

the baiting

of my breath

the waiting

for the starting

of soaring

a darting

in midair

who knows where

a startling

seance of Spirits

hanging in Hope

harrowing or hallowing

(or both)

a thrumming

of Miraculous movements

in Mysterious milliseconds

evoking fright

enabling flight

through tension

with the capacity

for destructivity

or creativity

to devastate

and desecrate

my fearful appearance

or reanimate

and elevate

my fragile countenance

but the Bird

simply hovers

and hummers

in her humble Holiness

and violent ease

a pulsating

of pinions

a Meeting

of minions

of Mysteries

a locking

of eyes

and ears

(and embracing of fears)

a sprinkling

of tears

of Marvel

at the meeting

of two Beings

not distant others

but instant Lovers

without words

but with blurs

of brisk

and brazen

and Beloved Wings

and Wonders

beat to beat

heart to heart

bone to bone

Soul to Soul

Breathing together

yet never alone

in silent prayer

in the Realm

that we share

common Ground

common Air

moaning and groaning

sighing and crying

yet innately aware

through all the disasters

and fearful hereafters

that no hostile takeover

can overtake Love

and no stormy makeover

can wash away Hope

that is growing

within us

and showing

among us

and sowing

beyond us

and all that is

exasperating us

is actually

expanding us

and our elasticity

and flexibility

and all that is

enraging us

is actually

enlarging us

and our capacity 

and capability

to bear the beats

and beams of Love

in brilliant Luminosity

as long as We

can give our Selves

Space in Sacred Stillness

to Breathe and Be

and be reminded forever

that we are connected

together as One

that we are created

for Creating in waiting

and Hoping in coping

and Trusting in Wind

to uplift us

and unite us

in Flying.

#CreationAwakeningUsToOurTrueNature #SpiritsSighingCryingHopingBeingTogetherInWordlessPrayerForOurWorld #WeAreNature #WeAreBeloved #WeAreOne