Graceful Grass

“Do you see how beautiful I am?”

The tall grass whispered

As it gracefully bend over

To kiss my skin

Oak Tree

Oak tree guardians

Along the path

Rocks along the creek bed

And so quiet...

The whispers carried on the wind

Can be heard

When tall grass rustles

Now

Yesterday and tomorrow

Are merging

Into now

The temple that once was

Now is

And will be

The stepping stone, the base

For that which is to come

The old is not released

It is brought back to its essence

As it becomes a foundation

For the ever-new now

Renewed

The story continues

Myth and legend

As true as they ever were

Are the reality

Of now!

Become!

Two worlds

Never apart
Always one
Become!

Yes!

Willing to listen

There are many ways

Through which Nature talks to us

Gives us messages...

Sometimes all that is needed

Is just a simple 'Yes'

Solitude

There is comfort in solitude.
The stillness
That allows the quiescent space within to be felt.
Focus without distraction.
Listening
To the wise
Quiescent Self
That knows the answers.

There is comfort in solitude.

I may not see...

I may not see my footsteps anymore
But I recognize the smell
    from way, way before...

The fiery sun, the gentle breeze
Put earth and water well at ease...

This balance
Moving and changing for eons of time
Bring ever more ancient
    memories to my mind...

North and South ~ East and West
Are guiding me on every quest

Familiar ~ Familiar ~
Always there; never far...