Like an iridescent drop
in a sheet of rain,
each drop pilgrim
to the porous ground,
falling to crow wing
and broad leaf madrone,
falling such distance
and still not breaking,
falling to the dark
of the long waiting root.
Like an iridescent drop
in a sheet of rain,
each drop pilgrim
to the porous ground,
falling to crow wing
and broad leaf madrone,
falling such distance
and still not breaking,
falling to the dark
of the long waiting root.
I fell for this one!
…the drop’s dedication to return to it’s ocean home. Drops fall from my eyes as I pen these words, in all humility. Now, to where do I rise, but my heavenly home.
falling such distance / and still not breaking
that says so much to me. Thank you.
Beautiful, Don. You’re on a beam with spirit of nature. Thank you.
And falling to the dark does not break us, but strengthens us!
Beautifully stated
It is the root that has my attention.
At the root it is all held.
Love that it leaves one open to ponder our own root.
Thanks for sharing your soul, Spirit Brother… it feeds us all.
What a beautiful way for me to hold my mother’s
passing as I hold a vigil with my family
for her imminent transition.
A great journey in a microcosm–bravo! Tweeted and Facebooked!
The thirst quenched………how beautiful……..Thank you Don.
wonderful imagery , don
Lovely image!