Mystic Birdsongs

In mystic day the trees of forest churned/
The breath in front of mind and then awoke/
Me from myself as if the heart then turned/
Into the songs of birds because She spoke///

Through descending sunlight’s blue sky shine/
Inside the view of morning’s calm and vast/
That we shared on mountain’s steep outline/
Filling up the heart as meetings past///

When the Fire of Old whose strength and force/
Burned away our distance in the heart/
She kindled love as if a secret source/
Eternally to give as mountains part///

Of mystic flaming found in treetop spires/
When her forest’s green ignites the Fires///