What do you see in the world, mi Dulce?

The folds of space, not a thread unwoven or lost.

Dramatic falls of matter running along side of, with,

over currents of time;

lend Your hand for my asking,

if I might know the hour

we should wed

and place our bricks

along the wall’s stretch,

climb Your heights;

the unbridled exhalation of Your light, this place that shines without cessation;

the worlds, reigned in, hone this influence into a present;

everything else, motor, cogs, cam,

moving, allowing me closer to You, to understanding,

to compassion and the joy of knowledge.

Feet stamping paths in the broken leather boots of this vasser tregger,

into wildernesses full of longing perspectives.

No want to escape thinking about Your coming home to me, shaking off dusts,

Your falling into me, the lovely bewilderment of sudden laughter.

How my heart roils, a captive ocean pushing out (with feminine excellence), over

the forested curves of these lands around me,

draped over great lights,

wondering what you see, right now,

how has the sun illumined your world,

in our time;

this moment holding all that can ever be.