Gentle
With the strength of a mountain breeze
With the patience of an endless stream
I am renewed in the life of the sun,
Bathed in its tears.
Subtle winds finalize my cleansing
With them I dance,
The grace of a sunset balances me and
I find my melody cradled in its arms
Waiting for me
Singing me to sleep.
I step out onto the meadow, bare-clothed and prancing in the dawn. On the left I spy a nearby stream, and I spend the cool morning perched on a moss-coated rock. Soft water runs over my lower back, through my legs, and out into its river's destiny. Each drop molding with the next to form this feathered current, yet remaining unique in its own splendor. I soak in their wisdom, sharing their strengths. My toes cradle the rocky floor. Small pebbles tumble by infrequently, wishing to further their journey. No one has told them that, without legs, they cannot move. They glide along at their own pace, and I learn from then.
Soon the mid-day sun filters through the trees above me,casting tiny sparkles that dance, and disappear. They share their beauty with the shallow water, and their spirit is swept along on the journey. I stand slowly and let the water remnants race down my legs to join their fate. I view the meadow through the small pines and wandering brush. I listen as it calls my name. Stepping out into its wonder, the warmth of the sun brings tiny bumps to my skin. Its energy pumps throughout my body, strong and steady. I lay down in a nearby patch of daisies and swim in the fresh scents. My body and soul are cleansed together. My mind waits in the shadows, resting as though time were standing still. A light afternoon shower awakens me from my journey, spilling quietly from the heavens. I stand and let it run over me in its infinite beauty. The sun never leaves, and its rays illuminate the misty meadow.
I dance swirling and flying over tall grasses, letting every part of me rejoice. Until I finally lay to rest in the arms of the forest, refreshed and renewed in life. The sun molds into the treetops to wait for down. The wind falls at my feet.
And I sleep with the angels of the meadow.