Name it Bliss;
Flowing Honey;
Filling Up and Spilling Over;
Adding Black Soil to Clay;
And when Mothering You.
Call it Kissing the Ground
(the self Overwhelmed--
Boundaries erased);
Name it Tender Spring's Sunshine
On my shadowy face.
Thus let me gather
Let me pull these Thoughts to me
For use as tuning fork
May its wavelength flow through me.
beautiful beautiful
the unexpected ship of joy
on the horizon