We painted the teepee poles blue
And soon, they will go skyward in a circle
to form a spirit house, a place for Jesus to stop by
When he is in the neighborhood
Or my sister Anne or my mom with her adorable smile
Or Leonard Little Finger or Gerald One Feather
Tetsuko of Cold Mountain.
Bright beings on the other side rooting for us,
encouraging a softer gaze, a broader perceptive
an exploration of feelings without story
They take us in every night
Housing the spirit.
It’s Lady Godiva Day, Day of harvest, Lammas.
The Divine Feminine rides naked on a horse
And so do we. Love Sally
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THE perfect place. They’re already camping there. And what a beautiful color!