Fruit Fly

Oh to be fearless like the fruit fly, willing to die, as it leaps and drowns in a glass of wine.

Initiation

Initiation in the shadow of the trees on one's knees; in a pool of water, wings flutter, dancing flame on one's head, to our old self dead.

Leon Bahrman.

Subtle and Soft

Subtle and Soft

Soothing waves caress

A motion -

Emotion -

I am blessed

Speak to me

A thousand words

A thousand valkyries

Save me from the field

I will yield

Come bear me up

Take to flight

Take me to your halls of light

Shield bearing arms of silk

Softly alight across the field

Ever so near - Yet

Cannot grasp.

Leon Bahrman 12/19/10