Beside the fir’s olfactory balm,
I step and step again.
Pausing I breathe in Mama Gaia.
Healed.
The silence and chittering creatures,
lose their dominance as I continue.
Trickles and gurgles become roars.
Curious.
Beneath the green canopy,
the end of tunnel light beckons.
Emerging solar warmth embraces my skin.
Energized.
Hopeful yellows, purples, & reds
dot the spring shoreline beyond the roaring.
The icy danger disrupts my forward journey.
Yearning.
In the mountain’s domain,
far from she and far from he,
I stand beneath the blue skies.
Flummoxed
Beside the rushing waters,
I gaze beyond the treacherous sea.
No steel or human-crafted expanse facilitates my journey.
Decoding.
Fear and desire compete.
“Maybe here. Maybe up that way.”
Turning around feels like giving up.
Trepidation.
“There!” I spy rudimentary clues.
Those who’ve come before point the way.
Challenge, skill, and hope lure me across the rushing risk.
Cautious.
A little muddy, damp, and chilled,
I look back to where I’ve been.
Ethereal kindred united self with me.
Bridged.
In the mountain’s domain,
the breath of divine wholeness reveals,
the dusty camaraderie of humanity.