She knows a secret place
where spiderwebs glisten at dawn
and the gatekeepers all gather
for merriment
Where amrita is offered
to form
and weavers
rejoice all day at the loom
She slides in on a rainbow carpet
exchanging pardons with the book of grace
She’ll press her cheek down
to kiss the earth
speaking
with all the winged creatures
leaving small trinkets of gratitude
for this love at his feet
When she leaves
she’ll say a prayer
that these joyful spheres
will penetrate into
the dream of dreams
so that all may one day know it
~Arkana Rose