watching flowing fields of grain dance in the wind
made ripe and green by the warm late spring sun
I imagined running, falling, and rolling in the fresh wheat
getting up again and spreading my arms wide open
allowing myself to experience the oneness of us all
I felt both completely refreshed and totally alive

It is a wonderful time in which to be alive
to stand and feel upon your face the wind
skinned browned slightly by the shinning sun
matching the color of the fields of wheat
basking in the glow of spaces, wide and open
recognizing a connection to the greater all

there is a peace when one recognizes their connection to the all
akin to nearly dying but instead remaining alive
ghosts float by on old gusts of wind
unseen except in shadows elongated by the setting sun
pausing only to admire the grains of wheat
individual, perfect, and ready to be open

I sat in the car considering all of this with the window open
the low buzz of insects became the soundtrack for all
and I felt my aura was glowing and alive
my soul was taken by a flash of cool wind
and I found myself travelling etheric to the sun
I was but a speck of sand or a single grain of wheat

my relationship changed that day, to wheat
in fact, to all plant life I became more open
understanding they too were part of the all
and that we both were living creatures, quite alive
both of us forced to deal with the wind
both of us totally dependent upon the sun

I felt on my face the warmth of the sun
and looked back upon the field of dancing wheat
for one second I was totally open
and was in an instant not only connected too, but I became the all
it was if everything around me became alive
and sang together the joys of the springtime wind

I felt so alive reconnecting with the universal all
and became as open as the summer wheat
nourished by the sun and sent dancing by the wind