Through The Looking Glass

The underworld rises up to meet me

My Wonder Woman body 

Encasing me in Beauty

Helming my own starship

In charge of my personal path

Ablaze in courage and delight

The reality I want to see

The life I want to live

Appearing before me

The softness of moss

Rises to meet my hand

Even before I touch it

The sound of your voice

Arises in my awareness

Even before you speak

Somehow, I dream it all into form

These sudden realizations

Calling me into being

Dedicated to Carrots, Paul Cezanne and Jacqueline Hobbs