trail
turned
to
snowy
drift I
did
into a world not virtual
into a space immaculate
into myself
drift today into your own not-virtual
immaculate space
dare to unplug from all of the noise
sounds that silence the lullaby that trail of life is
wafting your way
drift far away, to dreams and ancestors and all that fills
your cup
drift to yourself
*Special thanks to Mother Nature and the snow she provided
somewhat unexpectedly last week for us in New Mexico.
This is something everyone needs for healing in this pandemic.
ReplyDeletelooks a lot like what I'm seeing out my window right now. Lovely peaceful day thus far.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem about the healing power of Mother Nature. Her rhythm is slow and majestic; her grandeur is glorious, her surprises are everywhere.
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