Springtime Bloom

"It is not by accident that the colors of the dawn and sunset are pink...The vibratory action of the Sun's first and last blessing to the Earth is that of Love, Peace, Forgiveness, and Happiness to all life...Only when you see within the Temple of the Pink Flame will you know how Beautiful are the Gifts of God." - Beloved Lady Master Nada

And so they lift,
the porcupine clouds
on wet sand, emerald scrub,
a rainbow.
The ground is pink
like the tiles on the neighborhood roofs,
the mountain, too, flares pink,
like the water in which the sajuaros tower.
The rainbow throbs
its fat pink middle
like a belly-dancing genie.
The streetlights kick in,
bathing in pink the wet evening.

Two doves fly as one from our eaves.
Incomparable gift, unfathomable meaning,
that something kneels down in prayer before us!