Waking, Walking Roots of Christ

Roots temper

Flares dimmer

Fires burning

Ceremonial spring wisdom

As God’s earthly rhythms

Of Butterfly baldachins

A Moth’s forewings

And cicadas’ mesonotum

Flying High

High In the sky

Forever moving

In cool, mellow presence

Synchronous, crimson floods

Part the (or part of the) waters

Blood of the Source. Given for us.

Burning Frankincense, myrrh

& golden mysteries

of Heart’s wisdoms

Delving into relational kingdoms

Kindness, compassion, boundaries that move or don’t, re-membering wisdom

Honoring Christ’s Identity

I’d end it in tea

Hide in it and STEEP

Were I to forget my roots and allow myself to be notched in another belt of dominance paradigms, patriarchal hierarchies. Folks think they only affect men. They’re wrong. So wrong. Ooowee!

It appears and manifests in all and let’s remember we’re in it together, collectively

Responsible individually and also as a whole we soar on wings.

Toward a future memory of all those moments where we loved more fervently

Rose Family

Apples, Apricots, Almonds, Peaches

Rosaceae

Come please

And dance with me

Heart’s tending

Life’s mending

Water’s flowing

And all the misty meets

Will be a lending

To the way we heal and heel,

Assuage, congeal

& alchemize ephemerals

to honor LONGER cycles

for harvestin’ timber

amidst multistory biodiversity

and cultural Mecca charisma

Apocalypse, annihilation, cataclysm?

Restoration, regeneration, ascension?

Or both and more, in innumerable ways?

Sew vision

Heal trauma

Bless acumen

Inspire kismet

Kyte kindred

Painch, Paunch, Epigastrium, Abdomen

Learning to be in an animal body

Imputed

Filled with Holy Spirit

We in here and also there

Simultaneously real, writhing, flying, stammering & cresting waves ya, in a multidimensional bifurcating ent.

Lore, tea, lore, tea, thank you LORD!

Christ is King🐑 👑🕊️