# Barton Springs Walk in Austin, TX
Jade green water weaved
With moss green gold
As I think of my friend
Who passed too soon
How I had talked to her
Only recently in California
She in Georgia
On my way to visit
Another friend on Sacramento St.
In California
Our friendship
Connected by the mycelium
Of hope and enthogenic healing
A wish for a new paradigm
Love in all its forms
The base, yet in the heat of
The moment, so easy to forget
What is integration, really?
Is it just the braiding of all you’ve
Ever known, absorbed
Limiting beliefs, conditioning,
Stories we’ve woven into
Our minds, our bodies
And yet the rewiring, retraining
Of our brain, our hearts
With positive, hopeful beliefs
Remembering, repairing
Growth, to live to our
Full potential
Grab those strands and braid
Them together
Confusion, analysis, paralysis
Into new grooves to get out
Of this rut
This feeling of stuck
So many ways to look at a knot
One person sees a beautiful mess
Another sees a destructive nest
Whose POV?
Depends on who’s writing
The characterizations, the plot
Who’s structure, system?
How to light that fire under
Another? Yourself? And based on
Which system? Who’s structure?
How to weave a fabric
Of love, leave behind
Memories that inspire
Versus trauma-bond?
The braiding continues
Pools of jade and gold
Joining the wider Lady Bird
Lake filled with orange
Kayaks, blue stand up paddle boards,
golden green turtles
perched on logs
Edged by soaring cedars
With trunks like jurassic elephants
Will we re-member?
Will we re-pair?
Has my friend forgotten
Now that she’s left this
Planet, once my Earth Sister
Now zipping and zooming
Like a red-feathered bird?
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