PINGS

I wrote this poem a few years ago.... and thought, what the heck.. why not publish it here

PINGS

a cooling wind slowly caresses her skin
so so alive with full senses extended outwards
psychic fronds of nerves
vibrating, sensing
swaying, scanning and waiting for a
pin prick of energy, a drop of light from the source

her energy feels outwards in arcs
a sensory radar
wound tight in anticipatory preparedness
for a ping
a ping of light
of warm sensual energy that on contact
diffuses through her body
in pulsating waves of heat
filling her fully with
a comfortable throbbing wave of connectedness
that banishes the separate and lights up
the world in glowing rainbows of glittering light

just a spark, a glimmer, an incoming signal with such powerful means
waiting in anticipation, nerve fronds swaying
and scanning, vibrating and sensing
searching for that vibrant spark of enveloping warmth

on how many levels can beings connect?
can surrender and vibrate in harmonious synchronicity,
in a spiraling dance to connectedness?

am feeling philosophical and poetic ...
the beautiful moon is rising, and the stars are radiant.
Everything is so lusciously green and the trees are so big and old and strong here.