I will plant seeds of light in patterns
of spirals begun, round my feet
And I'll kneel at the altar of my soul
at the doorway of my ripened mind
Until my pain and past have both
lost all power, become welcome friends
With my shadows I will dance,
twist and untie the multitudes
Of my forever revealing possibilities
And if no one hears me, I'll know
I have greeted and embraced
the only one I could ever really know.
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.