Copyright by P. R. Lowe May 18 ,2010
and forty years later
I seem to have created a business about my life
that has sucked the life right out of it;
trying so hard to be productive and creative
that those juices seem elusive in the high speed chase.
Here, with trees, I tune into something other;
going into the silence,
reconnecting with a sister or brother
father or mother
of rock, and creek and sky.
Challenging to recall the reasons why
I have done what I have and sometimes continue to do…
can I just walk and be present?
In the walk itself and nothing more?
Can I let go of everything and just be here?
Just show up for the magic act?
Dainty purple flowers on a carpet of green.
An abundance of butterflies.
An abundance of nourishment and healing.
I interfere with deer; can I be here and not interfere?
Can I exist and not intrude?
Can I fly and not be in the pilot’s seat?