Crossing Bridges

I gave a strange woman my trembling lips

Now ending, sap released will begin 

when the cold night returns

I was thirteen, age of innocence, pure love

My heart moves consecrated by memories

A musician stumbles across river treasures

I find myself a tree in divine happiness

Released from the human species prison

Listening an owl hoots against the sky

A naughty star melts me home in gentleness

evening trumpets sounds return

You say, "In love, there is both good and evil."

horror in the holy lands we worship

wicked fool neglects chaos living within

Behold a bridge, I am afraid to cross

sun pushes me on and moon smiles

Crossing the bridge I look back 

seeing dreams let go

they fade opening spacious freedom

letting go of clinging they push away

A wise tree speaks  "Welcome home."

In the distance, the owl watches

In a flash of snowflakes

Owl soars to the moon

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These words danced my way late at night on September 29, 2020. I caught them in a net. The words became doves which I released. Dreams soared with joy in the sky, and the bridge was crossed.

Home, at last, I, David Penn Trinley Arndt, fell asleep smiling, knowing it was all a dream.

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