Pure and free potentiality lightly lifts from topsoil reaching deep.
Ancient Haumeaʻā white gold mesh net of endless doorways spun over epochs
still here off the house pad at the edge of old-growth forest.
A steppingstone across an endless river spanning epochs, spanning epochs.
Her backbone soft
holding every living thing up
now giving in to bare feet sinking deep into
emerald green carpet of moss releasing
clear rainwater slowly rising between toes
browning more in tea-colored layers with
each step into rain that fell all last night long.
Rain that misted ever so lightly onto
sleeping ears listening intrinsic through
sluicegates where sorrow flows in and out like tides at the makahā,
where learning glides in deep dreaming cadence rising and falling in the
chest with strong teaching free of constraint.
We sank into surrender…
I completely encircled you in my arms
and whispered to your ear, “there is no struggle;
lean back and let us ride upon the deep, rich soil.
Fall down the cliff in slow waves of release. Look now;
we have arrived at the bottom.”
The moist earth warm beneath us
offered invitation to rest in sweet affinity.
Tingling drops from airborne river of
rain tickled awake the neural network of
my mycelium mind branching understanding to
rain falling into the forest of me,
she teaches me…in dreams she teaches me.
Her gentility feeding stardust sustenance kept alive
since origin time way before the afterthought of mankind.
This shooting star of a lifetime sends sprinkling edges of sparkled light down lines of the
universal ʻupena tossed out widely into the cobalt blue sky expanding…
Message tinkling down those lines from above to
this good earth….this good earth
I consider the eventual need to
ever rest back into this net imbuing the soil outside my window.
How she will envelop me soft like brown mochi breasts
transformatively preparing me for the
Subsumed back to the underworld doorway
Decorated with the lichen and those who travel on sporal feet
Dripping green footprints of maidenhair and palapalai
softly dancing in the blowing breeze
Taking me up through roots sewing me to plants, trees…to trees.
The long return to complete the cycle beyond
the smallness of mind.
Back to Haumea…
servitude of all I have
back to the greatness
of it all.