You handed me a mineral, and I still carry it with me in the daylight of awake.
You handed me a mineral, and I still carry it with me in the daylight of awake.
We balance the two extremes, Exaltation and Fall, Spirit and matter, giving embodiment and presence of the Divine through us.
I curl up in our cedar nest, feathered and dreaming—washed in obsidian night, I fly to You, always.