Literature
The Path
I stand, clutching to a moment.
Silent, still.
Below my feet, the ground moves
And I feel it to the rhythm of my soul.
Plants root themselves around me.
Magnificent trees spring up
And throw my world into shadow.
I close my eyes.
Watching my lids, I listen to the trees grow.
I hear them moan, spreading up.
Until, finally, they are silent.
The aroma fills me,
Of spring blossoms.
Of the warm earth, moist with dew.
I hear the wind soaring through leaves.
I feel the warmth of my heart,
Feel it spread through my body to my toes.
The warmth extends to the ground
And connects me to the world.
I feel the song in the earth guidi