Arc Beams Vision (day 3020)

I have a vision
Been coming stronger
Sitting in the middle
Of a wooden floor
Carpets laying around
Neatly arranged
Raw browns and orange
And fringe
And a comfortable
Record spinning
Easy for my heart
With a friend
Who’s looking into my eyes
To find a vision
With the smell of herbs
Floating into our souls
Palo Santo,
Incense and a candle
And plants
Creeping around the room
Like they invited me there
To sit
Like a student at the altar
Singing with the open air of breath
So clearly enchanting
The moment in the sun
As it arcs its way across
The beams of this vision.

Ashram Day 6 (day 1409)

Like lightning, truth descended,
Flapping lightly as she landed
Upon an altar I had cleaned for her.

Her honesty changed me,
Her beauty held me,
Her eyes led me
Into a heart that I was.

Wings are my lightness,
Peace is my soaring,
Freedom is my voice
That extends like horizon.