The Journey back to her Core

 

riddled with twists and turns

the circuitous route of the soul, seeking

solace--walking barefoot on cool grass

as the sun rises

 

chatting with flowering bushes

as she waters:knowing deep down beneath the earth--

we are all connected...and are as deeply rooted

as we grow ourselves tall and leggy-- above this spinning earth

 

sunflowers, one hundred year old oaks grow here

seers, healers, poets, musicians grow in parallel --

pursuing soul's request for silence....

 

just a little birdsong and coffee 

to fill the coffers of uncertainty

so early in the morning, no words

need to be spoken

 

stretching toes and heels

on the newly watered lawn

we all become the princes and princesses

 of a natural world

 

tethered to air, water, earth, and fire--

we must remember...

that it is human to seek wholeness, 

and to surrender is the only way to know peace