From a Western Shore

There is a woman
By a Western shore
Long drunk with Love.
Old she is.
And quiet in her ways.
You might pity her.
But she will tell you
That to know Love
You must fall through time
Until the stars bow down
And whisper the lost way home.

They will say:
“There is a secret path
But your feet won’t find it.
There is a word
But your mouth won’t say it.
An angel knows
But you must not ask it.
When this Love brushes
Your eyes, your soul
You’ll fall so deeply
You’ll search lifetimes
To find its Light again.”

Says she, nodding to the ocean vast:
“What care I for secrets
Or what the angel knows?
It matters not a thousand lives.
And stars may learn anew of Love.
For I know those eyes.
I know that soul.
I know this deepness
This Light
(Beyond all stars,
beyond all times)
Is here
Now
And forever
Shall Be.”

Rosy B
April 13, 2011
The Far West

this from my elemental friend
who is moving ever so graciously
through now to now..
i am apprentice to her strength and wisdom..
i pay tribute to her laughter..