Beneath the horizona low-lying visionstretches before me.This is where I live now.
Here I am connectedrooted in the lost arts.Rooted in the mysterythat lies just below view.
Wisdom soaks inlike a blanket in the rainreleasing mistwhen the sun bares all.
Roots wind their way downas buds touch the sky.Every blossomis my blossom.
Come dawnI will rise againand not feelso alone.
©2011 Sherrie Lovler