.
She dares to rise
through molten rock
cutting loose
from the unforgiving core
of gravity
free of the burning bush
and the howl of the tempest.
.
Into the open sky she flies
past moon and sun,
the spin of stars
beyond the fabled edges
of the cosmos
.
until no longer up or down
nor right or left
she spirals forth
into the numinous arms
of the Beloved.
.
.
Β© 2020, 1976Β Betty Hayes AlbrightΒ
.
(A revised version of an old poem from 1976.)
So beautiful Betty like a phoenix π
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Thank you, Willow. ππ
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It’s always a pleasure π
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Awwww π ππ
Hope your weekend is going as well as possible, Willow.
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Really wonderful.
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Thanks very much, Nico!
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Blessings!
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Beautiful – to fall so deeply in love. Don’t we all wish for this?
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Thank you, Sharon. I think in the end our wish is granted. π
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A mystical verse…hope all is well there.
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I hope all is well there too. (Whatever “well” is these days. So much stress in the atmosphere….I hope someday sanity — and true justice — will reign. )
Thank you for your presence, Charlie.
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A wonderful vision of light…we need them right now. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe. I agree….we do need Vision right now.
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Beauty and hope all in one, Betty. Lovely imagery. Hugs, my friend. xo
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