oracle

sometimes a voice

low tone, even pitch

quiet awareness lush beneath

the rumble of thought

searches me

streams through currents

that bind the medium

I call my self, this body I am

deliberate and awake

voice, my intimate, radiant

passes through and over

beneath and beyond

and from the cell emanates

sent forth and received

by germ of  being, sustained

before named ovum and seed

and as we who name all things disperse

retreating into our extinction

I wander, returned to expanse

androgyne girl, sometimes I dream

everywhere there are owls and flowers

in waves of  light resplendent

the infant child who is all children

skin to skin on my flesh

downy head to sternum pressed

in warm dreamless sleep

as in my mouth an easy darkness rests

where there had been teeth