Waves,

   the flux of rush-relax patterning,

   an ebb-flow action and depth

I’ve not known til now.

  What are our realities made of?

microorganism interrelation symbiosis

   symbiogenesis integration

   consumption and procreation

we

  have always been

      lichens.

The birds take wing and

    sing in the golden light

long shadows, settling sun

   play

      and

   desire

         reaching towards the light -

oh, my love

      is all I need

Come close to me, my love

   I will show you how I feel

I am here

  a live

I feel fine

      and absurd

fear and love

    freedom is calling, dear ones, in all its forms.

  just a choice away

     to choose each day, each moment

        to listen

        to return

again, here

            alive

    love