Martes

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martes: Flying dream

Flying dream

this flying dream

on the tree of life’s wings

it is raining hard

and snowing

and it all turns into 

moving roundness

all around round round

while a green snake slithers

up the tree of life

onto its wings

and all the it storms

the wind blows blows

all around my little island

The tree says: 

I am a bird out of your dream

the Quetzalcoatl of your unconscious

the phoenix of destiny

I stand in the raining darkess 

tossed by a tropic storm storm

testing my tensile strength

a serpents slithers up  

up my trunk

out along my wings

below everywhere flowers

of a thousand forgotten dreams

peek out through the night

just like the cities that appear

out of the blackness

of the valley below

on those long night drives

darkness intimate

like a blanket

like this storm

--Lorena Wolfman (c) 2013

Lavandula angustifolia