Between the Onions and Beans

I take rest

In the polytunnel,
I rest between the onions
and beans
My body pulsating earth
after a night 
dancing into the 
early hours,
a most rare occasion 
these days  
Out of the blue, 
a beckoning - 
trance visuals 
and irregular beats,
to be danced as Goddess 
and God
Bending time and 
bending space, 
limbs long
swirled and spun
around and again
I was lost and found,
drunk only on movement
For a drop of the old poison 
would subtract, erase,
and I live to embody
each moment 
In this body, in this life, 
on this planet, at this time
Like the noticing of this tiny
spider that 
crawls now upon my wrist,
and the sensation
of calendula leaves
brushing 
against my temple
and all the time
the sound of rain

in this dance with Shiva

I’m burning

from slow ignition

passion and

purification meld

skin upon skin

limbs rhythmic

reach no edges

sacred arcs

drawn and crossed -

blue as ocean eyes

such trust has weight

shaped by soul of

moonlight and clay

like oaks that grow

to home insects

and catch the falling

…

oh beings of garden

ecstasy

wild with feeling

this unknown

a HOLY vision!