This fortunate day, so full of sun
with clouds scudding away on high thermal winds
A plane quickly passes, high, high up
just a thread of silver exhaust with a blob for the plane
passing high overhead–all those passengers having lunch
a wee speck in the sky.
Meanwhile, here on the ground,
autumn is approaching.
Changes from one season to another.
Reach out the numbing fingers of cold.
Snow very early the other day, falling
on the mountains, but falling as sleet
down here on the ground.
A dear friend shared with me the wound
a wonder of golden light emerging
from her flesh after a healing on her painful arms.
Oh, to be so gifted as to see that light!
That light which encompasses us all,
each one–the creator’s light.
We sense it, even feel it some times,
it comes like a warmth filling the body
or even like the caress of the wind.
Andromeda is here!