Balance (and a Bonus poem)

Balance

Home grandmother

aching beauty

rocking

minor chord

rocking

strings descending ascending

meandering down the path of

freedom

thought

commitment to the heart

welcome home you

this is the meadow

time

I look back and see only sunlight

like the pain is in flames

that only burn in beauty

I see it

behind me and only spurring me on

embracing heat at my back

saying, "Fly"

and ahead?

ahead

is

sky

so wide and

free-wheeling in colour

and here are the waves

again and again

and I'm surfing them

my heart skimming

the rushing water

magic.

There Is No Door

inhale deep in the belly

open the throat

head back

exposed and safe and

powerful

as we exhale

"haaaahhhhhhh"

tongue out

mouth wide

warrior space

God is rushing out

you cannot enter here

there is no room for intruders

there is no door

there is no need of a door

I am the gate holder

I am.