Meditation walk in the morning sun
letting my mind wander until there are no more thoughts.
geese call wild in the key of D
trying to tell me that it is
all about being free.
since not a soul is stirring I sit with the river
at the base of the mountain
and wait for the rocks to tumble all over me.
But nothing moves,
only the steady whir and burr
Of old worn thoughts that I release.
Stretching legs and arms I flow
feeling the ground steady and sure now
beneath the feet thatnot-so-long-ago
could not fly.
The river says
there is no one waiting to tell me
what they think
Or what I think
no one to correct me
Cause that gets really old.
“this is all in my imagination”
the river whispers loud enough
So that I can hear.
And frankly speaking I have to believe the river
because he is so old
and has been recycling himself
over and in and through all time
returning always to this place
just waiting for me to come and
Ask the right questions.
The mountain stands behind the river
arms folded across her breast
Appearing calm and pensive as she considers river’s advice
(about the truth of course)
She sends the geese popping out over the ring of trees
that is her crown.
Geese emissaries acting as her voice
which would otherwise be silent
(except for when she really has something to say:
please see: Avalanche)
and frankly speaking
I have to believe the mountain
for she has been waiting for me
through all time
to return to this place
where the geese sing
to remind me that we have always been here
And by the river I awaken and see that
I have never left home.