beyond the quiet of leaf drip as night rain gathers along veins deep grooved to spill from leaves new touched by the awakening day, beyond the calls of birds summoning the sun, beyond the noiseless sound of barefeet on damp paths in the morning, a tree waits rooted in the silence at the edge of…
all seeing and unseen, leopard walked our morning prayers – silent feet on the forest floor. all hearing and unheard, leopard walked our morning prayers – carried our words down deep forest paths where human feet might falter – tasted our words on that other wind where only truth might live.
i want to ache with this beauty, taste the flow with my feet, have my breath stolen by this gorge ripped deep with its own undoing until seed and bird claimed it in the name of She who lives – shaped it alluvial green and tall with tree. i want to sit on this precipice…