Journey to Life

Each day we walk into the unknown,
Our journey marked not by time, but
By seeds scattered along the way.


Path's well worn, many feet have trod.
Once buried stones bruise tender soles.


Nature's bounty tempts, entices!


Colors and textures promise more.
Intoxicating, almost remembered,
Smells tease heightened senses.


Nettles, spiny needles burrow and sting;
Thorns rip, blood drips absorbed into the soil.


Sticky seeds, burrs attach to body and soul.


Blended from other paths,
Seasoned clingers begin their fall,
Burrowing into a new “found” home.


Now leaving behind..
Changed landscapes, travelers yet to come,


We journey to the next unknown.


Cecelia

This Wonderous Place!

This Wondrous Place

New growth sprouts shiny and bright green.
Last years fallen leaves now nourish the
Earth, supporting the never ending cycle.
...life, then death, then life again...

Yesterday I walked with Mother Earth and
Father Sun. As they shared their secrets
And treasures, I felt, as never before,
The warmth of oneness with everything around.

I tasted the alpha and omega of the sweet
Forever soil. I smelled pungent odors from
Wild flowers and those pesky little weeds.
Begging forgiveness, I dug them from my bed.

What a wondrous place, this world of ours!

Father Sun's dawning light opens the curtain.
At dusk he gives up his full glory as his
Melting rays of color bow to a darkening sky.
The moon and stars mellow a blackened night

Mother Earth shares bountiful harvests, food
For our bodies and beauty for our souls. Then
When our time has passed as the fallen leaves,
She covers us, once more to begin the cycle.

…....life, then death, then life again......