posted May 05, 2010 09:01 AM         

Heavy morning fog
transports my mind
to the old and familiar.
Blanketed memories
wash over me
and I am laden
with gray waters.

The pastures buried
beneath the damp,
lush and moist,
warm the body
clay against clay.
All creatures alive
here breathe in silence.

My soul is pulled by
a power magnetic,
to mix and melt
the raw elements,
to add and take...take and add,
to a volcanic river
of never ending flow.

All grounded souls final
journey is to center.
The wellspring is not released
until deeply dug from under ground.
All matter is decomposed to compose
again and again....until
soul hears one note...Aum