A sensual FEAST,
Nothing near me to ABHOR.
Beneath the ARBOR:
All this and more,
I am whole
And complete

Georg’ann

Sitting in a small island airport
Everywhere the signs
of destruction
of repair
Life lived in the midst

macro and micro cycles
throughout the WORLD
Every organism, all of time
SHORT distance between
RAZOR wire, ARMOR we wear
And the beauty of a jasmine covered ARBOR

You are in the middle of the cycle right now,
wandering the woods
maybe a bit lost,
You’ll find the way again.

May the path be lined with angels, small human kindnesses, and tender reminders that all is miraculous.

Heather