Low flight Wingtips touching Water of a mountain lake
Lovers below the surface at last embrace
no-need for air and stars and moon reflecting the pattern
from the cave stone floor of what can never be seen
Naked eyes are here Seeing clouds dancing to songs
of crickets and shamans show Flowing mountains
of eagle wings

Serpents float to the surface and become lovers
gasping in the sacred scream and an arm around me
Smoke filled room and chanting tongues of safety
and of space and of falling through the womb
and falling through may the gods be with us in the center
I searched

I searched
the universe for You welcome

welcome

to the otherworld

my friend.