Gleanings: III

within the womb of winter 

travel to the self long-concealed 

find openings. but no way through 

is wellness possible in this world? 

keep seeking and discover darkness 

firelight (and a circle of women) 

creates quiet and discloses a centre 

that finally opens so 

reborn from the belly of winter 

the heart is ruptured, spilling, red red 

into a surging spring 

outside is where I go in 

to grow downwards 

to connect with the ground 

and root into dreams that flow with 

the shimmer-song of summer 

I become the opening I enter 

into the interior where 

birds sing and silence speaks 

and I am seen and see 

profusion 

can I mould my life to the shape of this vision? 

or will I forget infinity? 

sliding into autumn blue and loss 

the melancholy turning 

I trust my heart to the seasons 

even concealed again 

all worlds are connected and 

I am still journeying

(October 2023)