Listening to Spirit: a Poem
Sometimes, I go to the forest
and I hear
the Spirit of all things.
Sometimes, I go to the forest
and I hear
only my breath
as I walk upon the skin
of the mountain.
Sometimes, I go to the forest
and I hear
the wind under the birds flight,
the fingers of the breeze
softly caressing swaying pines.
But, my favorite,
my most special voyages,
I go to the forest
and I hear
the Spirit
and my breath
and the wind
all intertwined.
All as One.
And that is when i feel most at home.
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