Fall of Glory

An opportunity,
A slick cycle year later,
To do it over differently,
Holding the tension of opposites,
Knowing what I know now:
The infinite vastness
Of what I really don't know.
Knowing, though, that love,
Is already with-in me.
Knowing the Freedom
In intentionality,
Listening intently to
The birdsong lightness,
Easy to miss it,
Of the heartbeat voice,
The ancient one at the core
Of us and of Earth at our feet,
We can frequent its frequency,
Bigger than the moon,
And smaller than the molecule,
Quicker than sound,
And slower than "soon" feels,
When I'm longing for you.