möt ödlan

The Lizard King is moving
touching every inch of the Earths surface
with his tongue
the Mother bursts into ecstacy
and rattlesnakes awakens

dancing the Wild dance

to the penetrating sound of the Wind
the howling of the Old
Spirit is
and She smiles
falls into the depth of Presence

and heartbeats

(de här dagarna händer det på engelska i mitt huvud, många intryck att bearbeta och det engelska språket har ibland mer beskrivande ord, eller kraftfulla)