My eyes have just opened to the day
The sky is clear and the sun is rising
I am sitting in the middle of the woods
The breeze is strong and so too is the chill
In the distance is one fern standing tall
Swaying in the wind and glowing in the sun
The beauty of which turns my insides fuzzy
I wonder what it’s like to rise up and
Dance alone with the beauty of Life
This begs to question do I not already know
Haven’t I felt my own breeze come to move me
Sometimes disregarding it as unreal
Yes at times I do believe more strongly
in the tangible world of matter
Even when my heart and soul say otherwise
There are also moments of knowing and
moving confidently within the the wind
The unseen, the mystery, the Divine
Then the question isn’t what would it be like to dance
But what would it feel like to know I am enough
Not because of what I’ve done but because I am
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