I am fire stilled to water
A wave lifting from the abyss
In my veins the moon-drawn tide rises like a tree of flowers
scattered in sea foam
I am air caught in a net
The prophetic bird that
sings in a reflected sky
I am a dream before nothingness
I am a crown of stars
I am the way to die
– written by KATHLEEN RAINE, courtesy of Rupert Spira 10/12/17 Garrison Retreat
Alena Grace 