Seems odd from here entering into Spring and our Beltaine....but I wanted to participate. Here is a poem I wrote the night of Samhuinn here in Aotearoa...
~Time of No Time~~
Unwind, unwrap,
into this time,
overlap,
our world and thine,
as the Wind does blow,
through,
there is no gap,
only you,
this moment -
all things are,
aeons slip into universes,
the sands slide,
the plates collide,
bones rattle,
and the Wind,
blows through,
as if,
there is
somewhere
to blow
to.


