In the strong sun-dappled embrace of an old tree,
the babbling brook beside me, winding and flowing forward,
I witness a symbiotic trajectory of living, fluid elements move.
The snowdrops sit beside me, dancing in the breeze…
Always the the vision of my peace, this scene:
my energy parallel, my spiritual bliss.
I am cold, yet comforted,
I am unsettled, yet calmed,
a place of solitude, yet community, of feeling.
My heart lighter,
my breath mobilized,
my thoughts invigorated,
my steps pronounced.
A new language arises from the sensations of my spirit place;
green, clean, aqueous and serene.
Calibrated, I emerge.
Emma Agusita. 17.02.2013.