For Sue
The opened body becomes the vessel
of healer and also receiver
And so I find her in the Seer’s circle
cloaked in owl’s feathers, anointing
those who come to give
Here, in her beloved place of heather and stone
time and space unfold into the opening
and I can feel the press of her lips between the brow
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Seven days brings us back to her circle
to witness the winged soul ever giving
feathers of bird become the butterfly
“Look closely,” she tells me. “See.”
I watch membranes divide
into notes. Hear the music of cells
holding the song that is life
Enraptured until form turns slug-like
and I question the pull back to density
reluctant to notice what is soft is also strong
vulnerable, yeilding
the snail enters the body’s chariot
A tiny spiral opens
into infinity
and suddenly we are in the place of stars. Vast
Limitless
Suddenly, the serpent appears
pulling us into its arbor
above the farmer’s field to understand rebirth
Density becomes a head of stone
fixed as though immobile
“Each is a piece of Her. A brain’s repository.”
I nod, understanding distance to be a ruse and watch
Wisdom circle the mound in the body of the serpent
collapsing time’s hold while the clock splits open
rising sinuous into the darkness
the serpent swallows the sun, transforming
into dragon. Now winged
returning to seed the waiting womb below
Light
splits the body’s veins
finding the path once again