I set my intention
crossed the bridge to Angel Valley
unknowing of what was to come
but fully away of what I was leaving behind
I stood grounded, cool and calm
released of all tension
as if a lifetime had come undone.
It’s there I let go
of all those old ways of being
shed that snake skin feeling
and came back from beyond the pine
into that crystalline light
of my own healing.
The grass is green getting longer
in the summer
there’s a barbecue and I’ve
got this rice paper journal
like the sun over Nepal.
Now there’s these two little blue birds
singing softly, shadow dancers
on the lawn
I’ve got this quaint little feeling
there’s a reason
for the bull skull on the wall.
A plane flies overhead
a sky of blue, a sea of red
mountaintops and forest bed
The grass is covered with snowfall
frosted snow caps on the lawn
yet still those two little blue birds
they sing their joyful song.
I lace my boots fill my canteen
need some relief
from the city full of drums
rucksack and trail unwinding
of my love for everyone.
The rocks and sandstone bend
leaves fall from tree, I comprehend
there is no time still consequence
I will remain.