The Alchemy of Grace

Would you come on my call

through the soft veil of time?

Other lives, wearing other lives

fists full of memories.


Born as the Snake

to be bitten again and again 

to transmute poison to grace.



with unwavering eyes.

Fear does not live within sacred blood 

but is born within the echoing mind.


Without borders or defining edges

all is ripe


how tender, how sweet 

we are now