As Winter Wanes

a song of soul begins to stir

As winter wanes,
and warmth gathers
in the belly of
spring's longing,
a song of soul
begins to stir.

Her melody is 
a watery thing.
Flowing, fluid;
never static or dry.
Never sober.

Soul is love-drunk,
celebratory, ever playful.
For She knows full well,
the well of Love
is full and deep.
Her water is sweet! 

Fear and falsity~
contaminants of
forgetfulness,
never touch 
Her tender lips,
and so Her song is pure. 

The allure of 
The Eternal
is strong
in Her effortless strains
and rich tones.

Her harmonies are
strands of color.
Soft bands of light,
igniting passion
to push the flowers
toward our
hungry breath
and sight.

That we may be
lost and found
in the Wonder
that wields the power
to rattle the brittle
scales of judgment
from our eyes.

Till at last
we realize
our exquisite
Origin and Being:
The Swimming Soul
Who loves our rigid form
into a love-drunk,
melted, velvet self.

As winter wanes
and spring waxes
warm. 

Pulling from the archives today due to migraine. In the midst of external manmade madness, may you take time to relax into sweet, melted, velvet moments of Season and Soul. 
Deep Peace and Gentlest Blessings to All.