Punalu`u, cloud reflection in tidal pool
Taste the moss,
Steep the leaves,
Grate the bark,
Pound the essence with a stone,
In a wooden bowl made of tree, and sky, and earth.
We are the healers of our own souls,
Caretakers, travelers of our own worlds,
But have we found that all paths lead
To the one called truth,
That awakens before dawn
In the touch of another’s hand, in the corridors of eyes
Vibrant with life, and color, and movement
We are our own reflections of each other
In tidal pools, in water and stone texture,
Elements reaching together,
A collective consciousness,
Despite worlds,
And beyond conflicts to a calm place,
Open and still,
Stones absorbing heat and clatter,
Sacrificing,
And ready to be thrown back
To the sea,
The source from whence we all came.
© Karen K.L. Espaniola June 11, 2013
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