Terra Firma

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.

Stone steps leading to a sacred grove in Stanley Park, Vancouver, B.C.