She dives into the sea,
surrounded,
by a rhythm that knows itself,
and celebrates her in being
a bride of the water,
the one who wears
her own ring,
a pearl of longing,
developed in darkness,
in the deep,
almost out of reach,
until it emerges,
polished.
She wears it proudly,
honoring the promise,
to a goddess in green dancing,
to one who wears red
poised in her own chaos,
a protector of the light,
to She cloaked in black walking her into
an unknown place
where fire towers break
and burn in a transformation.
Grace arrives
in wishing trees seeding,
soon to bear fruit,
triangles intersect,
forming something new,
elephants stomp a firm ground,
look, up! towards an open sky,
spotted with stars that speak of infinity,
as eternal as love,
that is the place
where guidance
descends.
Listening,
I am.