fairy rose to tea
a sacred laundry
hung by a new ancient grandmother
dew drops dry in the sun.
we are all dressed in the web of life.
fairy rose to tea
a sacred laundry
hung by a new ancient grandmother
dew drops dry in the sun.
we are all dressed in the web of life.
Beside me as I sit,
You come for a visit.
“What’s all this I hear about the reptilian brain?”
Did I mention the rain?
Did you think I was so tame
that I wouldn’t want to go out
in
it.
BUT
NOW
I want to be back inside
in the safe warm
place of your heart.
Thank you for your open door.