Meditation
There is a trail
Down through the tall cedar
Down to the River
The Sun shines in shafts of gold
Making patterns on the red dirt.
It sparkles and dances on the water.
I sit on a boulder, flat and gray,
That lies partway in the river.
I listen . . .
The water's voice
It speaks to me.
I feel warmth from the rock
From the Sun,
From somewhere
DEEP
Inside my Soul . . .
I feel Peace
I am Peace
All that my Eyes behold
Is Sacred.
I am sacred.
Haa!