and pathways of a New Earth village,
What if liberation was felt in the rhythm of the beating heart drum
and the wisdom of truly becoming one?
What if liberation did not happen in caves,
on mountaintops or in spiritual retreat,
but within the street art and merchant carts of a town market?
What if liberation delighted to celebrate its song
in the harmony of circle and joy of ceremony?
What if liberation was not a solo pursuit,
but a soul’s calling for reunion and communion?
What if liberation was the sum of you and I,
the collaboration of moon and sun
and the gift of hearts beating as one?
What if liberation was the dissolve of me in your embrace in flowered landscape?
What if I no longer needed to be alone, to hear my soul’s calling?
I feel I am ready for you, my sweet beloved divine, always with me,
yet so much sweeter to meet your reflection in the other I Am that I see.