Star Quilt
These are notes to lightning in my bedroom.
A star forged from linen thread and patches.
Purple, yellow, red like diamond suckers, children
of the star gleam on sweaty nights. The quilt unfolds
against sheets, moving, warm clouds of Chinook.
It covers my cuts, my red birch clusters under pine.
Under it your mouth begins a legend,
and wide as the plain, I hope Wisconsin marshes
promise your caress. The candle locks
us in forest smells, your cheek tattered
by shadow. Sweetened by wings, my mothlike heart
flies nightly among geraniums.
We know of land that looks lonely,
but isn’t, of beef with hides of velveteen,
of sorrow, an eddy in blood.
Star quilt, sewn from dawn light by fingers
of flint, take away those touches
meant for noisier skins,
anoint us with grass and twilight air,
so we may embrace, two bitter roots
pushing back into the dust.
Roberta J. Hill
LAMAT
Kin 208: Yellow Cosmic Star
I endure in order to beautify
Transcending art
I seal the store of elegance
With the cosmic tone of presence
I am guided by the power of free will.
You are unique! Out of 7 billion humans, each one's energy pattern is different.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.
Svadhistanha Chakra
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