Poem Nineteen: Datura

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Yellow dancer,

shake up the pollen.

Make the earth sing.

Moth flower,

angel trumpet,

ascending, 

ritual of opening

and closing 

predator

to pollinator.

The lanterns lit.

Each blossom a portal.

A single female pistil emerges 

from the throat of the flower. 

Holy men and medicine women.  

Sorcerers and witches.

When I shift my awareness 

beyond the ordinary mind

everything is boundless.

The music of blossoming

a lifeboat 

of song.

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