I speak to the cool grass
under bare feet
I speak to the shifting skies
under which we meet
I speak to the breezes lost and found
to the essence of the energies felt all around
and no matter where or who I turn to
it all leads me back to you
the truth of it spilling like rare jewels
sharing themselves, showing themselves
with abandon.
I am asking for guidance from all of these sources
I am watching the rise and fall, the undulating waves of these forces
and still, I lack conclusions because the ongoing questions stretch out
across valleys, over mountains and wild seas
devotion, compassion, love, forgiveness, are ingredients, all of these
promising beauty in the results
teaching new lessons and some of the same
sparkling in my eyes when I say your name
when will all the parts come together, with a knowing?
while I commit so many times, to never stop growing
