Her voice drew me across the riverbank,
up the creek canyon, through the trees,
past devil’s club and foggy nettles,
seeking the source of the pure water.

I longed for distant sunrise break-thought,
the spotted owl revealed herself in song,
demanding quick ascent as light
within light became a seed of thought
enfleshed within my dawning mind.

On western heights I turned to face the valley
as Sun’s break pierced earth’s volcanic spine
my breath took in the moment’s magic pulse.
I had never been more grounded
in Terra’s soft enfoldment,
my forest-bound birds of thought
pulled wide the cosmic snare.

I soared to distant stellar sectors
freed from matter’s broken shell.
Time stood still in gravity’s storm,
I bowed down to her, the One,
she stood behind the doorway’s buzz.

I slowly returned, incarnated again
in the outer-dimensional world.
I felt the silky solar warmth
begin to penetrate my wintered face.
I picked up Athena’s shield
fallen from the sky beside me.

With a briefcase, jacket, and tie
I found my way downtown again
to the unkind judges, the courts of lies
gifted with a child’s hope and strength
for yet another day’s battle

Robert J. Foss
http://allpoetry-classic.com/Betoangel