May you find bliss by BETH HAIST

—–a poem 4 sunDay
Midwifery of your soul
What is the constellation of you?
In this co/creators Mixology-
Take the best-
And incorporate
Your wisdom
Your angels
But don’ t forget the time-
You were led up the mountain,
Blindfolded-
Inducted-
Instructed-
Fed within-
Until this Bliss
Enfolds
Too easily-
Where the mundane
Becomes the lemon bite-
The salty rim-
Just to clear your senses
To begin
Again.