Weightless Where the Wind
“Vuelo Alto” oil by Rocio Vera
High above where the condor soars,
weightless where the wind
washes her and sets her free,
I fly to dream, I dream to fly.
In my traveling last night,
more lives than this played out their stories;
planes of interwoven tales
in levels multipart and knotty-wondrous.
Spider consciousness
wove out from my expanding orb
to hold in love the whole.
Impossible to carry back
the hologram of who I am,
but when the dreamtime riddle
poured a cosmic current through me,
I widened all my eyes.
In my dreaming, all dimensions
overlapped like waves,
and then I stood, tall as Bear
channeling what human
could no longer bear.
I feel it still, the strength,
the grounded animal presence
rising up as consciousness
from the Earth herself.
And so I flew and wove and saw.
So directed, so was steered,
conducted by the Maestra.
Flowing from her sacred wand,
I was all my lives, and more than human.
I was music! High above,
weightless where the wind
sets the condor free.
thanks to Trelawny Grenfell-Muir for “where the wind washes you weightless and sets you free”
©Susa Silvermarie 2022
