Forest Walk
(and dreaming in August of rain)
The sound of the breeze in the bay
leaves is like water flowing
over rocks. The forest is a story
of earth becoming water
becoming air, (oh, not fire!)
earth to spirit; spirit to earth.
To listen is to feel these gestures,
like this cycle we live each day, each year
through seasons,
like our lifespans: birth and death, birth and death…
death and birth…
