Ptanksters

I went out to the forest
To soften my soul among the ancient
Trees and leaves and birds
Sifting songs of spirits
Like dust of the earth

I went out to the woods
Not knowing what I'd find,
Blind but nimble bat of daylight was I,
Hoping home was made of essence, not edifice
Seeking shelter with no rooms, sanctuary with no walls

Morning bloomed like infant flowers,
And Sun sprinkled its shine upon my skin,
Its rays, like tentacles, feeding fortitude, dispensing clarity
And the bumble bee blessed me with a dance
And whispered electric prophecy before fluttering away

At noon I drank from sacred streams,
Refreshed myself with rain water,
And spent many breaths,
For hours had been forgotten,
Held by a carpet of grass,
Soothed by the shadow of a willow

And I awoke to find that all around me were
Wizards
And Spirits
And Skies,
And many other beaming beings
With smiles in their eyes,
Plucking guitar strings,
Wearing tall hats, rainbow colors,
Bearing a light as warm as kindness

And we loved under the brilliant eye of Jupiter,
Grew tender under vigilant Mother Moon.
It seemed to me I had lived this moment many orbits ago,
Found a footprint of the past the size of my shoe,
And was here to gather
With sisters and brothers in the land
Of magic,
To dance to the beat
Of unity.