July 6, 2022
Aurora
By Amba Gale
On a star studded,
vibrant – with – the – breath – of – the – cold
wind night,
I pick my way
down the rocky steps and branches
climbing out of the soil.
I don’t trip, as I am present to those branches
even from their rocky bed, singing to me:
“You can’t stop me from growing.”
I like that song.
It’s wild. It’s authentic. It’s real.
I pick my way,
I stumble my way,
down to the dock,
where the joy in my heart
and the ecstasy of my Being join
the shimmering, dancing,
appearing, then disappearing,
Glory
of the pink green white purple
curtains
of grandeur
dancing in the night sky,
hiding the stars,
their children,
who dare
to peak out shyly
from behind the skirts of their mother.
Lying on my back,
on the dock,
I disappear
into
that sea of Glory
of Ecstasy
of Eternality
of Peace
that lives beyond the horizon of time.
I like to think
my own last breath
my own last, final moment,
will be so glorious,
so filled with meaning,
so filled with no regret.
Yes!
I want live out my days
on this green world
in Peace myself,
in gratefulness,
in utter trust
of this gifts I am given,
the way that life comes to me,
exactly as it does,
in utter surrender
to life,
in Eternal time,
in utter surrender
to each moment,
each precious moment
receiving it
as a gift.
