Glass in Water

Masks and lights,
Shards of glass stick out like broken art.
Screaming reds, swirling oranges, mountain greens.
Laughter rolls like waves,
bodies spin between the hanging veils.
The beads hit the gourd,
and she dances with humanity.

The boardwalk is still,
separating the glass from the water.
She sees the soft, green hills roll and spread out,
trees stand in their stillness.
She sinks into the simpleness of her landscape.
A sparkling circle of stones.

Mirrors guiding her to center,
diving into the returning.
Two come together within her,
she holds her man.
He waves goodbye,
returning to his world of lines.
Rising, her bones lead her to the ocean.

Alone in her skin,
she breathes the breath of her Beloved.
The vast ocean now lies before her,
holy water ready for her christening.
She swims the liminal,
arriving at the threshold,
again and again.

From the depths of the darkness,
and the surface of the light,
she swirls the in-between.
In the distance she can hear it,
a sound unfamiliar,
glass shattering in water.
She is born again.
 

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