You may be walking into a forest
and smelling everything -
the cones crushed underfoot,
the sap rising.
You may be navigating stones
on the shore of countless waves.
You may be learning to re-love
your own heart again
and making time for a line of birds
on the mid-point of the horizon.
You may be wondering whatever
happened to the grace of first wonder?
You may be checking yourself
for holes in your pockets.
But your body is surrounded by trees and water,
your mind is bowing down
and your spirit is in tune with all wings.
You may be wondering what you are doing
here after all these years?
You may be pausing to observe the hour.
Waves thrust your toes deep into sand
and you stumble upon the sky speaking
You are being birthed upon yourself
and learning to relinquish the words
for the meaning,
while feathers drift out of the sun
and settle at your feet.
Photography Aaron Burden Unsplash