Choosing to Breathe This Way

Each step seemed to bring me closer to the secret realm, which really wasn’t a secret at all, simply unseen.

This path of peace, this chosen way of light wasn’t always easy,

what treasure is ever easy to find? Worthy,

embracing the forest and yet more

of who I am, was always worthy.

I will always choose to breathe,

this way

stepping lightly

into the realm

of wholeness again.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

The Silence of Trees

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Faded eagle dreams and faded jeans, combing grey hair, boots laced and a light weight camera,

the trails call, moving my spirit beyond crows, rejecting dark wings…I become the silence of trees, and wildflowers holding bees,

where light flickers through the canopy, I seek to know, as anyone could know, the Lord God,

like I did as a young man….

in a place that peace

calls home….

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies