Emanations

Dressed in a human form,

she is asked about her origins 

she blinks and stares

cobwebs growing 

between her and her answer

why respond when

nobody believes her

and after so much time

does she still believe herself?

she cannot give the coordinates

to locate her home in the Universe

the Multi verse

the sources of gravity outside

of the earth. 

fantasy has led humans closer to reality

and she must

continue to wait 

for the honesty and clarity needed

to be seen

to be held properly

to be accepted in her true emanation

to emanate broadly

in the moon light

as the stars send messages

only she can read

and still cannot prove or explain

why

but

the universe has been good to me

she muses

as the blue, white, gray sky

passes over her paused in stillness

and a voice whispers:

It does go both ways, you are also

good to the Universe

it is an exchange

an exercise

a practice

a reflex

a reflection

She balances in that liminal space

Between sacred and mundane

soaking the wild showers, the rain

taking in the wildflowers,

releasing the pain