breathing into a new space
where he and she can truly be we
the cycle, where bull meets mare
some call it Beltane
we have always danced, you and i
but now our collective conscious galactivation is rising
our alchemetic transmission is sinking in and wombifestation is truly possible

in other words, we are dancing together, he and she
maybe for the first time
and it's making a magic, a joyful noise that can transform any deathdrum beat

the parallels
the joy that keeps getting stronger as the days get warmer
even in the city by the Bay

maybe I am just happier
learning my way around and feeling welcome in this strange land of surprising smiles and lively eyes

perhaps I am simply blessed to be in a bubble
while the war wages on
but the street art says 'greed is wack'
and the stranger said 'hello beautiful'
and I have so much with so little, such rich below the line
so maybe there is hope

and the news is just to make you think the darkness is eternal

cause i see day breaking in your eyes
and this booty shaking revolution feels so good
and i'm surrounded by conscious clowns that recycle and share and tend

and though I am still raw - perhaps I always will be- and though i am still shy
a part of me that is older than this hair and this body tells me that this time, we can make it if we honor the past and the future and we truly dance *together*
so, for now, in the ever-swirling ever-magic flow

it seems I am home


namaste