She Enters

she enters the garden
vines twist through failing trellises
the smell of rot decaying in the beds

white and purple clover fill the dying spaces
mason bees dance from dandelion to wild daisy
tiger lilies bob their orange heads 

a nod to the towering grasses
waving in a natural return
as new seeds drift in the wind

She gets up off her cushion restored.

Can Growth Feel Like Loss?

She meditates on hunger –
attune to web’s vibration.
I sit and feel –
attune to ripples arising.

She desires flies.
I desire growth –
the loss of this cocoon 
mummifying clarity, 
love and wisdom.

A moment merging inward
creates a higher level view.
I resist pouncing on my prey and
wrap my eggs in silk while
memories flash through time.

Fresh tapestry weaves through me
in ways that haven’t before been seen,
textures not yet felt.
This cobweb spun at dawn,
backlit by sunshine, highlighted by dew,
shifts my perception.

Memory possessed by my 
erroneous notions lost.
Intensity, harsh edges, falseness subside.
Awareness spun into crisp new connections
     –    beauty and release.