As you peek through the distant branches
and the warmth of your light strikes my open hand
Your birds sing the nascent morning
Unfurling into bloom.
The old gum sways, gently rocking.
It’s leaves fill with tiny wings
their song pierces the fresh morning air like a trumpet.
You rise through the tops of the trees as I hear what you had been trying to say for all those years...
When you walked, and I ran through the dense scrub
each bird you would stop to admire as I ran ahead
far enough but never out of reach.
It’s leaves fill with tiny wings
their song pierces the fresh morning air like a trumpet.
You rise through the tops of the trees as I hear what you had been trying to say for all those years...
When you walked, and I ran through the dense scrub
each bird you would stop to admire as I ran ahead
far enough but never out of reach.
I am ready to listen now
In your absence my heart has ached for your guidance
Yet as I sit here patiently and watch you rise into a clear azure sky
I know your love
I know my pain
And between these two
My life unfolds
Like the wild flower in the warmth of your morning embrace
I sit here silently waiting for you.
Each day you return and I remember
where you have gone and where I am going.
Into this wild complexity
Guided by grace
Inspired by beauty
And humbled by mortality.
May all beings know their inherent freedom
May I remember my path to forget myself
And return to the source of love and light
pain and darkness
night and day.
Bammerang Nature Reserve
28.7.12
