Sitting with nothing
Listening to the birds sing
Spreading wings
Gliding on the upswing
Spotting the mountain spring.
Diving on the downswing.
Landing on her offspring
Created by a bee sting.
Having flings with playthings,
wearing her wedding rings.
Flaunting the swing
to bring in the zing to cling.
Closing curtain drawstrings
Sitting on hot springs
Unlacing shoestrings
Slowly, methodically unbuttoning yearnings
In the dark, awakening the night to inner light.
Freeing the Spirit’s flight for sight, despites what’s right.