Communion

I speak to the Spirits.

They speak to Me.

I long to dwell with Them.

I ache to be free.

 

To slip off this Body

and seep into soil

as an earthworm to wriggle

and squiggle and toil.

 

I want to breathe water

of pure flowing rivers.

Slide through the Life Force

Of our Grandfather Givers.

 

Let me crackle and spark

as I eat up my feast,

from wholeness to ashes,

from timber to beast.

 

I must fly as a wild hawk

singing my screel,

communing in harmony,

to the Great Spirit I yield.

 

Oh the sweet union

of Self to the One!

The promise of Heaven

when earth-time is done!

 

-Jo-

Started May 01, 1987 at midnight, and completed January 23, 2011 at 5:00 p.m. upon discovering this unfinished poem.