I travelled the desert of hunger for a hundred years
thirsting for the goodness and discernment
I thought I did not have. But I followed the call
of the wild geese who announced my place
in the family of things, over and over, until
I had no choice but to listen. Following their call,
I came upon the Ever-Green Palace, feathered walls of leaves,
blackbirds and wrens nesting, steps and streams of light
along the central aisle. The way opened out
like a Tibetan Monastery – the symmetry of grass and trees,
a prayer of stillness, in every blade, every leaf,
singing the smallness and the greatness
of creation, the same as every breath I take,
with every step I come nearer and nearer to the throne
grown especially for me, and so I finally understand
it is time for the corona of spring
to embrace and bless me, an offering from the hands
of our beloved Persephone.
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