White Resonant Wind/ Electric Deer Moon of Service, Day 28

 

7 Ik

White Resonant Wind

I hear a Call

From the western Gate –

From Roses on the Vine

 

Lightning flashes from Head to Toe

Settling in the Belly –

A slow Burn of wild Desire

 

I feel a Call

Lifting me out of the Desert

Out of the Dark - into the Wind

 

Gone the dry Weeds

Gone the burning Sun

Through me a cool Breeze rises

 

I know this Sound

I’ve heard the Call before

Before the Locusts ate my Life

 

Now clear Water flows

I’ve reached an Oasis

My Thirst is sated

My Hunger ceases.

©Kleomichele Leeds