Roots Restored I often go back, Without reliving the past, traveling down an old wooded path, where the tree-tops touch the sky, Forth coming, Skimming branches, a whistle of memories. A connection to enrich my senses, Touch and Feel, A caress that purifies. My skin comes alive, A willingness to comply, The warmth of the sun, filling the emptiness between the dancing leaves, whispering softly into my ear, my doubts fall with ease, my heart floods with a familiar bliss, like water escaping the walls of a Dam, rushing tides, pushing through to a free flowing stream. The clatter of my thoughts leave, settling among the footsteps of previous visits, a melody unchained, free from its own restraints. A secret place within a wide open space to rest easily upon my weary knees. A place where Heavens arms gently unfold to wrap around me, Sadness seizes to exist. I reach down to caress my roots, with caring fingertips and two bare feet No need to contemplate a direction. My love is not lost, nor the courage to believe, an offering to BE, in my element, to perceive, to absorb a natural beauty. A moment to restore the roots within me.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 01:44:48 +0000
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