If you can find a way
to unscrew the cap
from the jar of life,
and dive into its
firefly mess:
you’ll find light in
unnoticed places,
and breath in the
whirl of the press.

You’ll notice magic awaits
in hematite visions,
malachite grace,
and dragon-eye dreams – –
and even in the gasps
of grief’s gray grit,
you will find your way through
if you hold on to belief:

That love is the key
to the doorway of soul
a gateway that takes us
to soul-scapes of whole,
which helps us remember
our truth of the stars – –

And find our way back,
through the earth of the jar.