Roots Restored
I often go back ...Without reliving the past, traveling down an old Wooded path, where the tree-tops touch the sky... Forth coming, Skimming branches.. A whistle of memories . A connection to enrich my senses .. Touch and Feel.. A caress that purifies. My skin comes alive. A willingness to comply ..The warmth of the sun.. Filling the emptiness between the dancing leaves, Whispering softly into my ear, My doubts fall with ease.
My heart floods with a familiar bliss, like water escaping the walls of a Dam, rushing tides ....Pushing through to a free flowing stream ...The clatter of my thoughts leave, settling among the footsteps of previous visits, ..A melody unchained, free from it’s own restraints .
A secret place within a wide open space... To rest easily upon my weary knees ...A place where Heaven’s arms gently unfold to wrap around me... Sadness seizes to exist.
I reach down to caress my roots, with caring fingertips and two bare feet... No need to contemplate a direction... My love is not lost, nor the courage to believe... An offering to BE ....In my element ..To perceive, absorb a natural beauty......A moment to restore the roots within me .
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