she was insistent, twice testing window of dreams
i did not know hummingbird as night flyer
nor did i know that spirit is present in between
when sometimes waking might be needed to see.
she taught me to know a joyful way of labor
visiting as simple ceremony for hopeful hearts
as the mother lifts up our search for life nectar
while still releasing wildfire warning, forest pain.
panels of well paid thinkers, too harried to find
urgency for careful connection in complex time
we do what we can, where we roam, when we see
a mind ready to walk beyond what they know
or also, when overwhelm instead asks us to flee
what do i need for tomorrow, spirits provide
a million flowers, some new, some ancient
to begin to discern which blossoms may be mine
to let go the memories of past summers, past love
for the present balance, willing another effort
to listen to the fear, denial, stalling, avoidance
while trusting the words I’m given to speak
stop speaking long enough, to know it is received
hummingbird, joy, hope, awe, delight, you bring
even shared with teachers sitting close to demons
putting up protection, saying no, wall of my own
the forceful refusal to stop, disappear, be afraid
also patient dreaming, so a message can arrive
in its time, on whatever wings will bring it.
grateful gardener, the herbs beside the flowers
your medicine is reminding me to keep flying
even in new forceful winds, we can be family
with all that grows, flies, works and brings care
leading the people to greet life as a colourful gift.