Returning to the sweetness

returning to the sweetness
of butter cookies baking,
music from lands
I've never stepped upon

monstrous choices,
left on the foothills
of the Himalayas

the time has come
to believe my own starry visions,
and dare to dance my dreams

in earth tones
wrapped in a warm fabric,
woven with the magic of my earliest teachers

now vanished from bodies,
still smiling, helping me to align
my crystal rivered visions

with the keen eyes
of  wolves, owls
hawks, and cardinals

flying through obstacles.....
returning to be nothing
more than a self- loving human-
being, at peace with the querying....
kjl '18