Water flows over and around the boulder.
It is not an obstacle, this is just the way of the path.
Solitude
Alone in the fields
contemplation holds my hand.
Reverence is my path.
Dirt Road
that my way home is off the paved path.
The sound of tires on soil is my welcome song.
Pine Needle Path
noiselessly
into the heart of mystery.
Crossing
Set down your troubles
at the foot bridge to the path
that leads deep into the woods
and let the wind carry them away.
