When the rock bends the road
and the tall grasses reach to meet it
Eons in time spill across space
whose dark edge sinks to meet the horizon,
whose stars and moons cast a light
and deep shadows that go unnoticed this time.
It’s the splattering of pebbles and stones
that crumble beneath your aching feet
that speak words hushed by Soul.
Who embodies each wind,
the wisp of each blade of grass,
the glint of light refracting from one
corner to another.
And yet, your heart sinks heavy
your breath sighing and reaching up
with a gasp to clear the air above your head
because your mind feels better
when thoughts fly clean
No need for lingering thoughts unless of
love, hope, and possibilities.
Each of these is welcome here.
Send the others on down past the edge of the road,
carry them away in the night sky
on the back of the eagle
who keeps you high
at the edge of perceived reality
where sight beyond your eyes
orients you to timelessness and
Teachers, masters, and loved ones
outstretch a guiding hand
as planted feet draw you back to earth.
You bend to feel the dusty road
You smell the open air
The warmth of the ground meets
the crisp edge of wind gliding along its surface.
It shelters the soul.