When I feel the cool,
grassy softness sink
between my toes;
The damp earth coating
my feet—I change.

Dewy kisses of
sunshine and linen air
lift me to the blue sky;
The gentle stream
waters tickling my skin;

Transcendence occurs.
I am not on the brink
of natural fortitude;
I am the natural
wonder of Mother.

When I feel the wet
droplets of rain
on my tongue;
The inlet breeze rifling
my hair—I smile.

The golden cast of
shadows and bird calls
take me to dreams;
The gray, misty clouds
threatening snowflakes;

Awakening occurs.
I am not in the light
of natural splendor;
I am the natural
splendor of Mother.

When I feel the rush
of standing cliffside
inside my lungs;
The sway of the earth
as it spins—I sleep.

The moon rising
when the sun sets
in another world;
The silence of peace
within the cityscape;

Uprising occurs.
I am not on the line
of surreal selection;
I am the surreal
entity of Mother.

When I feel the quake
of life burbling awry
beside my soul;
I know all of this beauty
lives—in tandem.