Standing on the edge of this world
Beauty before, dreaming laid out.
The music rose to a crescendo;
A timbre of the cymbals to
Accompany my sought after breath.
It was every hue of the sky
and the ocean’s depths.
A million colours outside of my imagining.
I knew not how to be there.
Other than to breathe in; be open.
I listened to the fall of the water
from the ancient stones above my head.
I felt the sway of the trees;
bleeding their perfume as crystals in the sun.
With an open heart I stood.
If God can be, then She was closest there.