I crawl among the branches
of the roots of my soul,
as the worries of my thoughts
take wing to the sky.
I climb further down
to the core of my being,
and peer into the recesses
of my inner darkness.
And there I see an
ancient crone
sitting in repose,
sipping from the nectar
of the gods,
clad in the robes
of the goddesses.
I commune with the
beginning of time,
the edge of the universe,
the center of existence.
And I see the thread of
connection from me to my
crone, to her crones all the
way back...to me.
I breathe deep and
absorb them all into my heart center
and hold them there
as I climb back to the
upper roots of the branches
of my physicality.
And return to here.
Now.
