It is gravity that keeps me here
among the summer browned grass
and tangled gardens,
the still sharp scent of green
and ocean blue in the air.
Keeps me to the well-worn forest paths
with the ancient voices of raven
echoing through the jade dark canopy
light’s forever journey creating shadows
as I go along…
Shedding the skin of my sleepwalking self
forged in faraway towers of concrete and glass
drawn to the eternal sacred hush,
to once again hear the heartbeat
of the Universe.