Descent

Pinpoint of light, nearing, veering:

pupils dilate to swallow sun.

She swells, pregnant, too full, replete.

Now sudden creativity blooms:

destination, destiny, journey beckons;

light falling in love with dark, pricked deep by stars.

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Womban leaping, refusing grasping, falling incandescent

past and future streaming radiant from out-stretched fingers...

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A falling star plummets perception down to earth and deep,

into the mysterious crucible of self.

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Those who dive deep, suddenly, fearlessly,

know the worth of the watcher who waits,

the helms-mate who holds the center safe,

balancing extremes, restoring,

steering clear, keeping faith,

selflessly, patiently, never tiring,

at that place of returning

love calls home.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018