There is a wild place within you,
a place protected from chopping down
original seeds of untouched beauty.
A sanctuary where wind-blown songs
and poems lie seated
on cushions of pine needle beds.
A refuge where doves
decorate nests and artful vines
dangle on fingers of trees.
Feel the inner presence;
an unbroken awareness.
As the sun lights morning glories
like trumpets, sounding your return.
