By Jessica
Two branches of the peach tree
Grew thick
Like a torso
And intertwined
Like a married couple in bed
Stretching out to the garden gate
Creating an unmade bed
Bestrewn with blankets
Suspended in the air
Yet grounded
Rooted by the pulsing trunk
I crept under the bushes
Seeking through the webby darkness
Brushing grabbing branches from my hair
Following the sounds of the bedmaker’s movements
Until his changing face appeared
A revelation of mystery
Ancient symbols
Changing, cycling through meaning
For eyes
Silver skin
Like a blue dolphin
Returned to land
He spoke without sound
I was not frightened by his strange appearance
But nourished
Gratified
Fulfilled
Not as though I had been waiting for him
But as though he had been there all along
And I had just now remembered
To resume our visits
When I awake from this dream
The peach tree trunk
Was still too thin
And the branches had not yet bedded down together
But my prayer bundles
Inviting the ancestors of the land
To embody into these trees
Still hang like ghosts
Dripping herbal aromas
Into the earth and sky
And the wind off of the lake
Mixes with the sugary sap of pine trees
Basting my brain
With delight
Every step crunches
Or does it swish through liquid?
Are my eyes truly orbs of perception
Or are they changing symbols
Revealing ancient wisdom
To those who can see me
Through their own dreaming eyes?
For my silver dolfin man
Looks out through my eyes
Not only receiving the world's images
But transmitting the ancient music
Of our unified soul
That is calling us home
To sleep in peach tree branches
Making love to themselves
Delighting in the simplicities of life
Dissolving into the ocean of air
That swirls behind our eyes
Owning nothing but a rumple of blankets
And a dark webby opening
In the thickness of bushes
Where we are swallowed whole by life
And turned out into the light once more
Becoming the branches
The thicket
The peaches
The sunlight
The wind
Eyes changing shape
Becoming each image that passes through
Disciphering the essence
At the center
The codes of life written on our silvery skin
Until peace is the only meaning
Love is the only meaning
Jessica Huckabay is the founder of the Womb Centered Healing Temple and hosts Writing from the Womb Workshops weekly. Learn more about this and other offerings by exploring this site.
Evie is assisting Jessica to publish her work online