Poem 4/5/13

When I walk the fields, I walk through time.When I walk the paths, I walk the realms. When I walk the earth, I walk life.

I see colors and shapes via my eyes and I have learned to see colors and shapes via my tongue. I have crossed the boundaries of the senses, hearing becomes touch, smell becomes sight. I reach out and touch the webs of life and find that I am spider, I am petal, I am fire.

Breath fills me, vessel that I am, to overflowing light. I vibrate at new levels and lose myself in the flow of grace.

Yet still I walk.