when clouds meet me here
Tag call of the soul
when clouds meet me here
these wings
luminous. spellbound. whole.
like the mystics
our intention to open
where a quiet practice finds us
where the heart pulses into earth & sky
an essential & existential fever
the deep ache of veiled memory
where doubt cannot find us
the intention to be
kindling for soul fire
the brave & free kind of gravity
where does the soul hide?
revel in your sad & tender heart….it moves toward light….
