Watching the birds
Surfing in this
Ferocious wind,
The storm has arrived and there is more to come.
Visibility is obscured by the snow
Falling, falling, falling.
Wind gusts unforgiving.
The birds live on
Come what may.
Watching the birds
Surfing in this
Ferocious wind,
The storm has arrived and there is more to come.
Visibility is obscured by the snow
Falling, falling, falling.
Wind gusts unforgiving.
The birds live on
Come what may.
And
I dissolve into the sky.
Wanderlust
Takes me by the soul.
The open road.
The crashing surf.
So much magnificence to behold
In
And
On
This earth.
The very roots of the trees share my
Ancient truth.
They know the origin
Of my the journey.
If I stand still
And breathe
I
Remember the connection.
The very source of
The
Beginning.
There
I am.