Each time I tread
lightly
on the naked earth

When the wind
blows through me,
as if I weren’t there
at all, yet
seems to carry away
my woes,
and clarify my essence.

When I attune
to the cosmos,
and recognize
that I am at one
with all
that is flowing,
being
and becoming.

When there,
upon the shore I rest,
silent yet full;
I am listening
to the coursing
of the waves.

I am breathing
in tandem
with the natural world.

What is eerie about taking pause?
What is silent about me?
I am melting…