seeded for something

brilliantly a half-moon lights the snow covered ground in blue
and the quiet winds of the high desert mountains are clarifying in that way that only sub-zero can be
there's a special beauty to a night tending the fire
nursing the tea-cup
and learning beautiful songs from cultures which i have never seen in this life
but whose tones and topographies i know in my bones

we have shifted on our axis again and the day lasted a light kiss longer
than the ones before
the arbitrary "5:30" of tonight san that brilliant cobalt still fading into the star-studded black
where yesterday it was "an hour" earlier.

i wouldn't know the difference for the clock
but i know the quickening of my blood towards the sun
and the emergence of my spirit from it's shell

i still yearn for the cave
but not in pain
for the pleasure
of simplicity.

this life is such an awesome and strange experience
of mediating the relationship between the terrestrial and the transcendent
they are the threads from which life is woven into a beautiful blanket
that becomes the heirloom passed in mythology
to the coming ones
and offered as an homage
to the ones already gone
it is the blanket i fold before the altar
to kneel on in prayer
it is the blanket i wrap this body in at night
for dreaming
it is the blanket that shelters me from the wind
the cold
the sun
and loneliness

i know i am god
i know i am beauty
i know i am horrible
i love it all
because i am the universe unfolding
dancing its miraculous dance with itself.

and none of it could be without my magic
and yours
through the window i hear coyote howling
and i hear them scatter as my feet touch the ground
they tease me
remembering what i have yet to learn
they remember for me
because we are one

the only reason the great glory of unity delineated
was to relate.

so here we go.