the song life sings
my soul loves a hike into beauty,
a hike with beauty as companion for each step,
get pulled high by the sun,
Big Poplar, Smokies, near Gatlinburg, CFS students |
Boy Scout Trail, Jedediah Smith State Park, CA |
where an elk, a bear, a heron, an otter can appear,
Elk, California |
Grizzly Bear, Lamar Valley, Yellowstone |
Heron, Northern California |
Otters, Fish Lake, Lamar Valley, Yellowstone |
Big Horn Sheep Lamb, Lamar Valley, Yellowstone |
Wolf, Lamar Valley, Yellowstone |
where the circle of my life can overlap, for a time,
some of those other circles
that a flower, a tree, a waterfall, a wild cousin, a view
weaves around itself in the purity of its being,
View Toward Fontana Lake, below Clingmans Dome, Smokies |
true to a rightness we humans ache to hold,
yet a rightness we too easily escape from
when we lose our greater self
in the short sight of the lesser
we can think is who we are:
we look into a mirror,
and we miss who is really looking back at us,
we lose ourselves in ego
and forget the community that holds us—
from our animal cousins who remind us of wildness,
to our mothers who work with leaf and sun
to hold the power life needs,
to our distant creators:
when water and rock together dance,
there is a song life sings
above the elemental beat of the earth herself,
we should work to hear it
and let the notes we can live
harmonize with the greater creation.
words and photos
by Henry H. Walker
Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone |
words and photos
by Henry H. Walker
words written January 8, ‘17
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