Sings Up

She said, "sings up from the soles of her feet."

and I have been searching through the night,
for words writ long ago --

Ahha -- here by flickering lantern light
I find them before the dawn

Draw up bold power from the Earth,
Becoming one with source entwined.
Your roots strive deep to enter Her
To the center -- feel -- come alive.
Pulsing energy rises -- breathes;
Your spine a trunk of circle tree
With branches bent to sweep the Earth;
Circuit complete the sap will flow,
From crown to source an ancient dance.
Be with the wind -- become the dawn;
Rising -- bursting -- weaving --returning.
Such is the birthing of Her song.

papa