Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Letting go...


It knocked the wind right out of me.
A mile through the woods,
and I still couldn’t catch my breath.
If I’d eaten breakfast,
I would have been puking, too.
A couple more good hills and I gathered myself,
though perhaps gathered is not the right word.
A couple more good hills,
and I emerged from my gut,
into my awareness, grounding a bit.

The grace of the trees,
the humility of stone,
the presence of the insects,
the constancy of water,
the knowing of the sky,
the wisdom of the sun -
- all these kept me
from coming undone.

We are all but still one,
one, but still all.
Perhaps when I lose you,
I somehow gain me.

3 comments:

Adam Stoltman said...

Beautifully expressed.........

pfeel said...

So true, so moving...
I love the picture, and I love the words - an inspiration, both!

Brooks said...

You never lost you.

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