Magnolia

And here I’ve landed
on the other side of the past.
Eyes holding wonder like a cup.
Head, heart and body drunk
with divinity
rolling,
in a bacchanalia of consciousness.

Blooming only laughter,
only beauty,
shimmering light to all.
Sword now sheathed,
with a single magnolia as my gift.
Show up! and be embraced.
show up! and celebrate
these unfurled petals before you.

Then here you will land,
cradled,
taken,
one.

copyright 2007, jennifer brinn