Yesterday

I dove

Into the sweet undergrowth

Of my lung-space

The tangled and barbed hooks

Of yesterday’s remorse

 

I twisted, turned, cut, trimmed and mended

The places

I’d Long abandoned

 

I made space

For the Light

To penetrate

New ground

 

And I am sowing

Seeds there

That will someday

Be trees larger than those seen

On earth

 

Trees with roots that penetrate all the way to the center

To the molten core

Roots of shimmering light and solid steel

Roots that love their substrate

Who loves them back

And spires

Ahhhh the spores

They are so magical

Rays of light shooting to heaven

In holy communion with her love

Ecstatic bliss, oasis of intimate connection

Making love

Having sex

Constantly copulating with the sky, Clouds, and Heavenly Bodies

Swirling tangled in her branches

Tickling her Crown