In the throws of transformation:
Stretched in a million molecular directions,
I sit in the center of a sacred circle,
Hair tossing, wind and snow whipping,
What would have you remain smaller,
than you ultimately are?
Fear of sustaining full realization
“Recognize Love,” she says.
Feel and give beauty.
Find ground in naked, vulnerable openness
That is fearless, fierce.
Really, you are none other than
Awake to beauty,
Fully at home.
You can stay open and free and in love