~Meeting Ygdrassil~

My roots dig down, reaching for a warm space
Of stars beyond this loss

The super nebula breaks upon me
As I transcend earthly travel
Glittering soft marshmallow light
Fuses with crisp boundless black
And I am uncoming, becoming the other

From the East,
Come my brothers of tradition and salt
From the South
Come my sisters of warmth and honey
From the West
Come my daughters of innovation and spice
From the North
Come my sons of rock and vanilla

I am drawn down once again
Although my roots are tickled by clinging moon dust
In this brown, rich pure dirt of a million fates
I am enclosed by maternal earth matter
I arrive at Praxis’ gate and find
It has no bounds conceivable by spirit, only by man

~Zeratha Monique
Copyright 2006