Ylang Ylang
Conspicuously transcribed
on the edge of your birthmark,
much like in the lines on my palm,
lives our tale.
Burning Sky breezes
engulf warm monsoon rains.
Sacred mountains growing so steep
they carried us closer.
Thunder dreaming nights I woke
to the feeling of you again.
Against all odds -
an Ocean
where it meets the Desert's end.
Our Sea of love
has washed up upon innumerable
islands of consciousness,
giving birth
to a million different incarnations.
Meet me there - our place - on the illuminated
plateaus
where Creation and Humanity meet.
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Live Oak
She came to us on a lazy Mother’s Day afternoon,
Carrying the story of our family between her brow.
The passages of the births and deaths of our Ancestors
Etched in lines on her hands and face.
Raspberry
Don’t believe the hype.
The real holy blood
that gave you life
came from your Mother.
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