Under overwhelming clouds

I sometimes nurture 

Her children in penance.

The agave mother now blooms

Towering into the purple sky.

With a deep breath

The hummingbird gathers

Light from the moon.

With the mother’s permission 

It weaves dew drops from that light

Into her cups of gold.

She guides their journey 

To the roots revealing the door,

The one I glimpse through at times

Only to retreat from, overwhelmed

By all I absorb, all I partake in.

She opens, freeing the dark void

As colors of jade and violet stream in

From them, the bird’s face appears

Smiling, slowly breathing the drops of light

Engulfed in that vastness, my eyes close

“Its ok,” she says

“Its ok to come outside - and stay 

As long as you like.”