Trees bend their crowns, assembling.

Flicker drums and summons thunder.

Ferns fold themselves to rain and

Oriel soars by on wings of fire.

Swallow whole the arc and heave and glide,

heart spread wide, unbolted.

Separation tumbles, falters.

Gather up each worn stone, fallen

to mark that untamed, sacred place,

 where truth emerged without, within

in full-throated unison

that all are one is all

are one

is all.

— C.Birde, 6/10