Birds’ echo their soft song
The silent whisper of the humming leaves
Found blowing in the calm wind
I am left still to contemplate
I’m tired of thinking
Only in circles do I go
Remembering old thoughts
I yet again stumble upon
The trees sway
Rooted deep to their being
Silent teachers they are
Seated beside the river bank
The reflective surface in the drifting tide bewilders me
Glorious is the presence of the sun which glistens upon is surface
Primitive my being has become
I am left to be meditative
The homes on the hills are barren and rustic
I try not to interpret what I see
From what I think I see
But to rest in feeling
Piercing through the hearts longing for truth
To find my hearts true voice
Nature’s deliverance stands strong
Unattached to the desires of the flesh
I walk free
To meditate
To adore new vision
To open myself to life’s true calling