We might talk sometime...

We might talk sometime, say over musky delicacies of sumptuously prepared goat, shimmers of indigo evoking terrestrial heavens, variegated and manifest, throaty and silent communion under stars, dear friend. Then, perhaps, we can sing to roads, paths, and miniscule foot clouds of humans in Stone Peoples' world, walking on offerings of ancestors waiting for us to sing and invite them back into cloudburst, ripening melons, and the thrill of evanescent eyes beseeching us beyond earthen walls, to quench thirst from the murmur of wells whose water paths run sinuous, heartbeat to ancient heartbeat, straight to that longing which exploded from our Great Mother, She who, being Starlight, surrendered to the luminescently implosive creativity of Her-Longing-to-Become-Us!

©Little Big O 2009