He swaddles me in soft-worn flannels

to comfort my hard-won heart.

 

He waters me

washed bare smooth souled

with tears of suffering

and joy.

 

He caves my soundless nights

with dreams from other times

and regenerating live imagined memory

as coincident

and blind intuition’s balancing

tipping ecojustice peace

flowing like soft-warn flannel across my bare swimming heart.

 

He frees my soul to soar,

soil dust sweeping dance

singing songs ringing resonant silence

inviting reverberation’s acute response,

our synergy

in Gaia’s karmic key of harmony.

 

He informs my incarnate nature’s function

to live primal gratitude

within our mutual gift identity

and transactions of perma-enculturing design,

in soft-worn flannels.