The Great Migration

The great migration is happening
In earnest now,
As if some grand invisible invitation
Has been issued.

And they are returning home
By the thousands;
These utterly unique aspects of Being-ness.

From the east and west,
The north and south,
From cliff and cave
And all the hidden places.

There is no force equal to this Call
As Love reclaims Itself
In all of it's many disguises,
Leaving nothing to the imagination.

Liminal Space

This is the space
Between 
The in-breath and the out-breath,
Deep in the Heart of the Beloved.
This is the place of un-knowing,
Of seeming isolation
And doubt;
The place where humans fear
To tread.
This is the Mystery
Whose author is Love.
This is the pregnant
Liminal space
Where stars are born.