by Jim Price
I am given back to night,
cradled by soft curves in the Milky Way.
The new moon reins in darkness,
and I am free to dream the hidden Beauty,
free to bask in the shadows of spirits.
Companions of Soul unite!
We are like a constellation of stars;
mythic configurations connected at a distance.
Breathe out, like a bellows heating the sun.
Breathe in, the resuscitation of the mysterious.
Jim Price retired to Wisconsin almost three years ago, after a 30-year career in human services that included both counseling and administration. He has been published in Verse Wisconsin, Echoes, Bumbershoot, and Clutching at Straws. Jim has been a shamanic practitioner since 1985, and has practiced meditation since 1973.