Monday, April 5, 2010

Sit with me

Come, come take my hand;
Come down with me to the magic Glen.

Sit with me on a rock beneath the shading oaks and whispering pines,
And be serenaded by the gushing, gurgling, glistening brook.

Feel the cool spray of splashing spring water rushing to the unseen,
On a journey to faraway.

Close your eyes, look skyward, warm your face by sunrays just arrived,
From a million mile race.

Breath, let go, open your soul,
To all of it,

The awe of it,
The oneness,
The now.