Rising into Father Sky`s fathomless blue,
Golden life force, burning, warms my naked flesh,
Lay upon Mother Earth`s deepest quilts of greens,
Breath of life drawn deep into souls bottomless well,
Each cell vibrating to loves perfect frequency,
Delightful thoughts skip through an emptied mind.
Purple gates held invitingly wide, each step precise, deliberate,
Predicted by ancestors whispered lore,
Passed on by those who flew before.
Copyright Mark Osmer 2015