Release

I have become reticent, each year
adding dark to my lightness
I remember vaguely when
I radiated

It was not so long ago

Now a rock, retribution etched,
settles solid on my chest,
I cannot see the feather I once was
drifting from this high place

faith the air beneath me.

Balanced where edge meets air
above the green unfolding
alpine jewels reveal the face
of the goddess sleeping .

Clouds seep ragged,
a softly closing circle,
I am riding the cloud center,
trees dripping bearded lichen

witness my ascent.