seasons

An old tree passed on its sacred essence to me, I spoke a vibrant new language, the spectrum of my vision expanded, i could see the copper wind, and heard the honey bees talking watched gravity smoking it's wild renewal. My heart aligned itself with the elemental. swaying of the trees branches. My tongue has a choice of strange new voices, i can sing with starlings and hummingbirds march with the ants watching them make their choices. People tell me i have changed ,i have simply arranged to change my modes of being with the suns solstice and balance my new senses with the equinox i have made the sun and moon my handmaidens i photographed time and tore up the negatives made the earth and sky morph into one nobody believes me they refuse to see infinity in the simple flight of a bee. _________________