As bipeds, we are created to walk
on this holy ground
to feel the dirt, wet grass, grains of sand, and cool water
If you allow it
Mother Earth
will pull you to her bosom
hold you in her embrace
suckle you with life giving energy
Teary eyes remember a time I couldn't walk
the birthright of bipeds lost
This day, I can
a heart of deep gratitude
overflows in body
down to my toes and back
released as tears
expressing beyond words
thank you, thank you, thank you
I walk on...
Tree in this place said,
"Come play with me!"
I do. I climb. I sit. I speak. I listen.
Tree is happy
A place to rest and share stories
For a time, we are one
I walk on...
Falling water in this place said,
"Come play with me!"
I do. Drinking in rich sound. Watching it sparkle. Making me wet.
I share her gift with hands, neck, head and hair
We laugh together in the twinkling morning sunrise
For a time, we are one
I walk on...
Man in this place said,
"Come walk next to me."
I do. We sense each other; aware of the space between.
Silent in our observation. Connected in isolation.
Eventually losing each other in the crowd and
movement to destination
Man shared his loneliness
I walk on...