How freedom feels

how freeing she says
her wings stretch far and wide
her sceptre beak leads majestically
ready to take on spring's mid-morning
in the moment only illumination
after the heathered rain
and the sun plays peekaboo
with the winged beryl
who emerges fully committed
to this game of life

Hold my hand

can i let go of the madness for a while?
fall out and drop back
into the holy hush of now
this breath invites me
to remember your story, 
how we are a part
of each other's story
we need each other
in the cloudburst,
in the sunlight
can we show up for each other with love?
let us hold out our hands 
and embrace each other