Quenched

A poem of possibility

What if we were undefined in our offerings, moment to moment,

with no reins, spontaneous expressions of god cupped in body.

What if our expressions where raw and unadulterated

Nude, unmasked innocence dancing with yours.

What if shadow fed our breath, merging with light

and depth prevailed.

What if this is it, no rewind just split pauses unwinding,

Sprouting from mud, lotus on back, feather on sleeve.

What if you walked into womb and rediscovered the original heart beat

that carried you through the void and into this.

What if fruits are plenty, overflowing into mouths of giggling children

Breasts beacons of unconditional love streaming from valleys.

What if collective trust swirled into oceans

Vast and forever holding.

What if we transformed like fire, into the full stretch of humanness

Beyond rose coloured glasses, into rose coloured gardens.

What if mother earth can forgive,

She is potent in her vision.

What if balance is restored to breath and heart and womb.

Cellular extravaganza bouncing off each other until we rest.

What if all that we desire is here ripe for the picking.

Cupped in our hands, quenching our hungry vessels.