Opening The Gates

“See the little child that you were standing in front of you…let them see through your eyes…the feeling, seeing and hearing senses become more sensitive.  This is the experience of fully reinhabiting your interbeing with the world.” ~ Stephen Harrod Buhner in Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm

This two-year-old I have summoned

is tired and sad and her tummy hurts.

She is mesmerized by dancing

plants, the tall thin cattails swaying

to a symphony and the trail of jasmine

sometimes a delicate hint and then

a full-blown punch to the nose.

The creamy white flowers, fragrant

“August Lily” Hosta plantaginea

tease with a sweetness.

There are dark shadows cast by tall

trees, mysterious and new.

A hummingbird dips its long slender

beak and then whirs off

in response to a danger signal

trumpeted by the briefly honking

geese across the lake, one

our listening hasn’t deepened enough

yet for us to honor. Of course, I’m the one

inserting all of these labels as the trees

chatter to her; a rich world of song

and movement and scents and burgeoning

feelings, love flooding

through her in an ecstatic

union with the beings no one else

can bear to acknowledge,

and the deep sadness as she is

smacked for creeping out of the smoky

house to sit in this green haven,

her parents’ fear infecting her so

that she closes these gates

and knows them

as dangerous.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: open

I recycle 2016 Daily Word Prompts

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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