Sara enters the fields of "being-in-the-seasons of mother earth as a remembrance, recalibrate and made a new. An in and out of the seasons as a woman evoking
existence:
"She is the land waters,
That ocean of self, bathing
living creatures, that
spring from, in the late night, phases of the moon.
She commands with an execution of winter break; concerns the seed though empty space in charge.
According to the Word wthin, her universal womb is a refuge for a thousand of hibernating, returning incarnations.
Blooming worlds, her eyes of green pasture bring me to a bow.
Beautiful Sara!
Thank you Mike:)
You're welcome 😊
Sara love it! Fierce and evolving!
Thank you Dorie:) I'm glad it landed.
BearSage met the poem amazingly, thank you, and thank you all for opening this door :))) The Poetry Posse is an amazing group of excellent poets.
I love the flow in this Sara🫶
The group is inspiring:) loved your comments. Always 100!
Thanks for sharing this. It’s a great piece.
Thank you for reading:)
Sara enters the fields of "being-in-the-seasons of mother earth as a remembrance, recalibrate and made a new. An in and out of the seasons as a woman evoking
existence:
"She is the land waters,
That ocean of self, bathing
living creatures, that
spring from, in the late night, phases of the moon.
She commands with an execution of winter break; concerns the seed though empty space in charge.
According to the Word wthin, her universal womb is a refuge for a thousand of hibernating, returning incarnations.
Blooming worlds, her eyes of green pasture bring me to a bow.
Thank you:))) you know well.
What moves me here is the absence of force.
Nothing is trying to become. Nothing is trying to convince.
And precisely because of that, everything opens.
“The waiting is the making” stayed with me for a long time after reading.
As if what returns each year does not arrive from outside us, but passes again through a door that was always there, quietly waiting to be remembered.
And perhaps that is why the final image feels so true:
we are not the bloom,
we are the threshold through which it enters.
I operate from thresholds so it's accurate:) thank you, Antonio.
Never knew. Beautiful, Sara.
Thank you Christopher:)