Becoming

Becoming My Self
I arrive in layers
of living green mountains
in streams of water moving
My stardust blood
my crystal bones
reveal me to my self
one spark at a time
Every day I write a
new line in a chapter
of becoming
in the
book of life I am living
Becoming my Self
I arrive in layers
of the seen and unseen
answering a call for help
that sounded my Soul
I hear it clearly and
follow the song to the place
I am most needed
I do not yet know
my true name
but now I know I have one
I am field, flow and form
informing my becoming
There are daffodils growing
on my greening mountain
An intimacy is springing up
with wild mushrooms emerging
with stories to tell
I
I am in love with this life
this chance to become
again and again and again
Won’t you join me,
oh won’t you join me?

The photo above was taken at Wild Water Creek at Two Raven Canyon on Sonoma Mountain. We saw so many mushrooms on 12/12, the Feast Day of Our Lady of Guadalupe. We brought this sculpture that my mother gave me to the creek in our circle for ceremony. Photo by Ali