Fields

I will meet you in the fields

The fields of loving kindness

You will know them by the yields

The yields of Mysteriousness

Open to the vast sky above

Rooted to infinite mycelium below

Grown on the resonance of love

We will meet there in the flow

There is no relief map to find

No twisted contours to follow

There is no reservation time

Only a knowing of the hallow

I will meet you in the fields

The fields of rolling light

You will know them by the yields

The yields of our shared insight

**inspired by Aurora Borealis raining down from above my home last night