I've been to your house
Glittering and flashing, Quartz lines the walls
Preciousness and light are everywhere
The most beautiful things, tender, green and new are emerging, protected in bubbles of delicate glass
You’ve tended beds of the softest silk and sweetest comfort
The air smells of nourishment, sacred scents, ancient, earthy and delicious
There's a tangled garden with no beginning or end
Plants we haven’t seen in these parts, not suited for this climate, make a sweet and easy life tended by your hands
Rows of healing plants raise their hands and offer up relief
Blooms radiate color - fleshy, heady, fragrant, frank in their sensuality
And calling us to open all gorgeous and lush
And the shadows are bottomless pools of cold clear water, mineral laced and bracing – awake
Awake in the darkness
Really, how can you find the right rug?
How can your resplendence materialize?
How can the astonishing reality of your interior ever be made exterior?
Your heart is seated in infinity
And all the things earth-side change shape under your other-sided gaze
They are simultaneously too much and never enough,
Dissolving to nothing and a crippling burden all at once
Now see how your flashing will reframe it all - how your glimmer shifts the rug’s pattern
And aligns to divine
As the dream unfolds and unfolds and unfolds