How is it
I can go nearly a year
Without touching toes to sand.
Feeling the slap of waves upon my feet.
Sinking into the warm comfort of ocean water?
How is it,
I let myself get so busy
That whole months go by
Without touching a tree,
Listening to the mystical whisper of the woods?
How can I let time slip by,
Become more important,
Than my renewal
Of the connection to the Mother?
How can I learn
Not to control the turning of the tides,
The changing of the trees,
The passage of time,
And instead ride the wave of existence?
Without buoys
Without rigs
Just my heart open
To the flow of life
©SpiritLed 2017