top of page
Search

Fullness of Soul

There is a wild place I call home.

It's lit by sunlight and stars.

Every so often, Grandmother pays a visit and I get to bathe in the glow of her fullness.

This time, on Grandmother's trek through the May night sky,

Cherry Blossom offered her sweet scent to me and the bees.

Red-Wing Blackbird sang to her through dusk, then hushed themselves for the evening show.

Young Fox watched patiently in the luminous light until field mouse made her move, then these two began their dance.

A rangale of deer grazed on tender spring greens, reminding me to do the same.

And I traversed the distance from head to heart

In an instant, luminously embodied again

in the wild space I call home

present and opened to

Fullness of Soul




11 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Σχόλια


Post: Blog2_Post
bottom of page