Writings

I am

The wind blowing over the sweet grass at the evening of the day

sunset and the smell of hay

The fire whose smoke fills my hair

while flickering light

dances flames

to look deep

a way to meditate

The dusk and with it comes

the smell so familiar of the deepest well

and a river

whose banks are calling me home

The longing for times gone past

so far in a boat with my Dad

and little dog

whose ears would whisper in the breeze

and put his nose up to the air

drinking in smells I could not smell

The dark coming on at the end of the day

a magnificent sunset paving the way

the cold night air chilling me to be still

and wishing for shore and familiar lights

Trusting my guide would get me home

to warmth and bed – familiar things

Just to long tomorrow

for the smell of the air that

fills my soul as it blows past

reminding me of

who I am

I am the earth

calling out to reclaim myself

when my human walk is done

I am the ether of nothingness

and oneness that fills all creation

reuniting me with that

which is myself

the divine

dedicated to the loving memory of Gillian Ewing