Yod Hei Vav Hei
Fire, Water, Air, Earth
Once upon a time a Creative Force Ignited out of no where
and everywhere.
A Hand reaching,
Unclear, Apprehensive, Exhilarated, or maybe Agitated.
A Spirit Burning to Excite, to Germinate.
A deep Breath Flows through the Window.
A Channel Opens to a Receptive Womb.
A Natural Intelligence Stirs.
Clinging.
And Dawn Flutters from the Darkness
Spinning Infinitely to who knows where.
Nailed to the Matrix.
Stay here, move on.
How will I sense the stardust’s form?
How will I sit with the Crown?
How will I hold you in my Bosom?
How will I hold my own?
Fredrika Mele Stillwater
