Revisited

You are back He said
Yes, is is me again she said

I have been knocking on your door He said
I have had the door locked she said

You are one with me He said
I have considered you different she said

I have told you over and over He said
I never thought your words were for me  she said

I am glad you are back He said
Yes, I begin to understand she said

What is it?  He asked
That I am at peace by your side, that you my
ocean are within and that my heart
repeats and repeats
echoing your words to the
waking universe she announced

Go then He said
I shall she said
Adding as she knelt and touched His surface
I will come back soon
Please keep knocking
The door is now unlocked

Go in peace He said

Furious

The majesty of the beach awaits
Is it enough?

Wanting more
I strike the match
over and over
the match stick breaks

Striking, breakage
relishing sticks to twigs
to nests of breakage in the sand

Fueled by rapid
knitting and purling of
frenzied persistance to
bring forth light

I forget to look
to the fuel given
in ardent relief
The fuel of the sun of life
of the Goddess within

Striking serves no purpose now
Except I remember
Remembering more is not
necessary
Looking around
Looking on high
My High is reached
not in furious repetitive
motion
but in lack
thereof

Furious unraveling
the wool lays resting
for every inch to be seen , appreciated
and adored

With gratitude I met this morning
With gratitude You teach me lessons
With gratitude I am laid forth in my glory
which belongs to the woven strand of mankind
and all nature