Dancing Across the Meadow

Sacred Ground
by TwoHawk

When a Man becomes a Child
Skipping across The Meadow
While sitting still on a log
Feet dangling down
Tickled by a creek nearby seeking
Nothing but Convergence of mind to flesh
Alive to the tingling ground of Mother Earth
Fleshing out all the rest
Dancing in The Wind with Crow
Dancing the Light Fandangle with Salmon.

When all is said and done
He has touched Sacred Ground.

And when The Moon is high in The Night Sky
Seeking her Sun
He will know why The Nightingale no longer cries
Why Wolf is happy and The Rose has closed her petals
For The Night, knowing in the early morning light
Her heady perfume would fill the air
As she slowly opened them up
One by one.

He has found The Child Within
Who laughs at the critic's guilt, doesn't see the sin.
Who touches loam as though
It was his very own.
'Cause it is!
Hollow bones, membrane thin yet
Rich he is when he finds that place where tenderness
For Mother Earth holds claim to warm
Remembrances of The Embrace She offers
Allowing us to melt into Her arms,
Arms open for all of us to remain there in perfect reverence
Until nothing else of us remains but a sigh.
So it tis. And so it is done!

Aho!