five deer in the shade
watch me approach
with ears tilted
to apprehend my purpose:
how
can so many
greens and blues
be in the same space?
ridges and ripples
glassy water and verdant hills
warm sun and hard rocks
clear water lapping the sands
and the dragons' eggs
littered everywhere
as
boats drone by
slicing pretend snakes
into the long strange open fingered hand
of a lake nesting among dragons...
cold
snow water
greened with sun
drenches me with clarity
and steals my breath
on
shore i stand
wet, the wind washing me
with a gentle, circular rhythm
from east, to north, to west, to south
crisp
vortex water
shot through with a buzz
from earth under pressure
wrought by dragons moving
from ocean to land
from north to south
some baking magma
in their bellies
on
shore i stand
breathless, the sun drenching me
with the licking flames
of ten thousand eternal fires
hot
clean water
electric with tides and suns
and moons and weather and wind
and seasons and depths
and shallows and life
and greening and bluing
and ripples and glass
on
shore i stand
clean, the water washing me
out of my daily life
and into another realm
where i will lie down and bake
with a young mother dragon
a
falcon patrols the shore
i lie to bake despite the droning boats
the wind ruffles my sarong
i drift in circles, tipping into a blue world
greening with impressions
music from across the water stops
i float while lying on the sand
the quiet submerges me
in the warm sun
then, a gull flies by
down by the water
level with my eye
crying loudly, so i rouse myself
to
find the droning boats gone
the sun not so dazzling
the blues and greens softer
i sit up and sip tea
the water glitters with ripples
and glistens lapis in strange smooth bands
where
a flipping fish breaks the surface
with falling applause
a
shadow crosses the far shore
wings spread, mysteriously,
across the pines
a buzzard? i can't say...
a distant, lone droning boat
across the lake; glinting glass
from distant trucks slicing down
the mountainside on the freeway
an osprey sails silently overhead
followed by a prop plane
the
hawk is so much more
graceful
i
sip my tea and another fish
flips heavily invisibly to the sky
leaving its rings on the lake
a duck flaps heavily overhead
followed by a biplane
the
duck is so much more
fluid in the air...
clean
baked
dazzled
charged
soothed
by a suddenly cool west wind
on my bare back
i sit
and let it rouse me
to the everyday world
but it is nowhere to be felt
in the sea of blue green
lake canyon mountain valley
where i sit in the sun
Out
beyond ideas of wrong and right, there is a field.
Where the colours smell
And thoughts are full of colour
Deep ocean blue,fire-red,cloud-white,grass-green...all colours of the
rainbow...
We'll lie our soul in the grass
and while they´ll be arguing about the grace of the nightsky
we'll be on their roofs
dancing
I'll meet you there.
Rumi
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