In God’s Jungle, I am free.
Air, breadth, balance. I am His Lioness.
Will you be my tiger?
Ease, ease. Play for a while. Let him free.
Let us explore the pleasure of welcoming,
the child. The children. Boy, girl, together. Within
We are now safe. Shall we play?
Pressure not. Live in the pause, the quiet song of joy.
Sweet song, sweet dance. I howl, louder than the entire
Jungle orchestra.
Will you celebrate my song?
Friday, April 20, 2007
I Fell in Love with the Jungle
I fell in love with the jungle,
And I had to say good-bye.
The wholeness, the peace, the balance,
Monkeys howling, ants cutting semi-circular leaves
As they delicately marched to their place
On earth, in a perfect jagged squiggling line.
I feel in love in the jungle,
With myself, with the earth, with life.
And I mourn the loss,
I had to say good-bye.
I fell in love with the jungle,
Its breadth, freedom, perfection, abundance, depth.
I feel in love in the jungle,
And maybe, just maybe, forever more,
The perfection of the jungle
Lives in me.
My heart pours open with tears,
Knowing that on earth, perfection exists.
In the jungle, this perfection shines
On all that grace its presence.
Is it possible that this love affair
Will continue forever more?
Quite possibly, has my dear lover, the jungle,
Opened the chambers of my swollen, broken heart?
The sounds of his orchestra,
Rocking me to sleep,
The turquoise waves crashing in between my thighs,
The sweet promising caress of the star that sarpked brighter
Than all others
I fell in love with the jungle,
I fell in love in the jungle,
All is OK. All is well.
Like the vine weaving around its fellow trunk-tree,
Pointing towards the sun ablaze.
Wrapping around effortlessly while dancing up the spine,
Rainbow-colored wings flapping in the shade,
Spiders weaving intricate webs delicately in its branches,
Monkeys dangling with glee,
Slots ballet-dancing, like Tai-Chi,
Sky-blue butterflies circling with ease,
I feel in love with You. Forget good-bye, might this be the beginning
Of our perfectly balanced dance? My heart bursts open, just knowing
You exist.
And I had to say good-bye.
The wholeness, the peace, the balance,
Monkeys howling, ants cutting semi-circular leaves
As they delicately marched to their place
On earth, in a perfect jagged squiggling line.
I feel in love in the jungle,
With myself, with the earth, with life.
And I mourn the loss,
I had to say good-bye.
I fell in love with the jungle,
Its breadth, freedom, perfection, abundance, depth.
I feel in love in the jungle,
And maybe, just maybe, forever more,
The perfection of the jungle
Lives in me.
My heart pours open with tears,
Knowing that on earth, perfection exists.
In the jungle, this perfection shines
On all that grace its presence.
Is it possible that this love affair
Will continue forever more?
Quite possibly, has my dear lover, the jungle,
Opened the chambers of my swollen, broken heart?
The sounds of his orchestra,
Rocking me to sleep,
The turquoise waves crashing in between my thighs,
The sweet promising caress of the star that sarpked brighter
Than all others
I fell in love with the jungle,
I fell in love in the jungle,
All is OK. All is well.
Like the vine weaving around its fellow trunk-tree,
Pointing towards the sun ablaze.
Wrapping around effortlessly while dancing up the spine,
Rainbow-colored wings flapping in the shade,
Spiders weaving intricate webs delicately in its branches,
Monkeys dangling with glee,
Slots ballet-dancing, like Tai-Chi,
Sky-blue butterflies circling with ease,
I feel in love with You. Forget good-bye, might this be the beginning
Of our perfectly balanced dance? My heart bursts open, just knowing
You exist.
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