Airy ethers invisible to the sight,
seen only while carried on the scented smoke,
blowing, moving, sighing,
fanned by feathers, sculpted by song,
arched against and passed through
by bodies of matter, resistant.
I turn my face to the sunrise breeze
and lift my arms like wings,
stretching out to embrace the sky.
New shards of sun lance the horizon
like fiery thoughts,
like a heart pierced by an idea,
inspired by the breath of divine.
My wand carries the memory of
the Tree of Life,
an idea of life, made manifest.
Songbirds dance and flutter
among those mighty branches of
that sacred tree, singing of joy
and carrying the whispered thoughts
of the Divine.
The wand whispers to the wind like leaves,
enchanted to carry ideas conceived,
an ethereal conductor.
Beauty pierces my soul.
My inhaled gasp of utter wonder
inflates my spirit, expanding, cleansing,
shredding the webs of illusion
and refreshing my spirit with the
ringing tones of new beginnings.
~Flame RavenHawk
August 30, 2004