Adobe Mystic By Rick Parson

You keep no secrets from me.
Words whisper dawn’s warm
blessings across sacred
ground. The ancient seed of love
is planted in my blood and body;
the roots of your being
entangle with mine.

In the forest, all trees
breathe the same breath,
leaves open toward sunlight
the way our hands extend
before an embrace.

Come sway with me
in this breath of the Great Spirit.
I stand at your altar, offer my lifetime
upon a plateau of living prayer.

We will join wild horses
that run with one heartbeat;
taste moonlight on our
lips, feel the ancestors call
in the rustling of leaves.

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