Soul Dancer

Two Queen butterflies

Death arrived unannounced
I offered him my soul

I wandered
Throughout the land
In a field of wildflowers
I heard a whisper
“Your soul will be scattered like pollen”
A rusty red butterfly appeared singing praises
To the bringer of souls
The source of all flowers

I followed the blazing Queen
To a blossom emanating hues of a glorious sunset
Inside the fiery depths I recognized myself
I ran from flower to flower
In each open bloom
I found fragments of my surrendered soul

Intoxicated by beauty
I Abandoned these lost bits of soul
Mine no longer
I embraced everything

That which I call my self
Seemed to expand and grow
Reaching beyond the customary boundaries of the flesh
The border separating me from nature dissolved
I consist of everything the world consists of

My departed soul had revealed itself
Bits of my soul danced in the form of butterflies
On the wings of a Gulf Fritillary a dream was born
My whole being responded with joy
My mood was expressed as a bright blue sky

I looked to the heavens
Gazed into myself
Saw my soul everywhere
A spellbound dreamer awakens



© 2010 Desert Dreamer

Becoming Human - A Poem

I am not the woman
You see standing here.

I am the woman with wild hair
Dancing with souls
Of forgotten flowers.

I am completely human
Alive, real and wild
No longer tamed
Isolated
Domesticated
Or restrained.

I am free
Belonging only to the
Garden of the earth.

To look in my eyes
Is to face your self.

I am the sunshine
Touching your bare skin.

     © 2010 Desert Dreamer


                          Tucson Mountains sunset view

December in a Tucson Garden

Saguaro stands over the place I call my desert garden 

(I live on stolen land, it really isn't mine at all)

A Dragonfly landed on my arm to eat the fly it caught.

Baby Parry's Agave growing in the rocks.  This land is full of beautiful rocks.  Every time I dig I look forward to seeing the rocks uncovered and carefully replaced on the soil when I am finished.

Baby Fire Barrel with extra long thorns.

Pineleaf Milkweed in the late morning light and by it's side is a small Princess Agave with a flower stalk.

Pipevine with fresh new growth after the Pipevine Swallowtail caterpillars ate all the old leaves in October (eating shown below)