“As above, so below, as within,
so without, as the universe, so the soul…”
Below these trees I stand and tilt up
my head and follow along a branch that branches
and branches again and again,
or else gaze upwards at the mother lunula moon-
the patterns of the raindrops, in the stars;
and offer up to the macrocosm
what holds me down.
I do know beauty when I see it.
With both feet on the ground below me
I close two of my eyes,
as I reach out to The All
and float away from here:
from out of myself.
I am much too high up now to fall.