Meadow Lark.

[Guest guest]

Meadow Lark

Sweet this green path to the winding river,

and high and pastel blue this sky dome of day.

There is a stillness upon this field

a stillness in the heart of this walker also.

I am outside of anxiety, and expectation

and this unfolding meadow has laid its cloth

for my steps to move upon as a lovers dream.

Rising upon the towering of my spirit

the distant wings of a meadow lark can be seen

as a glinting silhouette of loves prayer to be heard.

The silver dark trace of its movement

catching my heart and eye.

Its song falls upon me like river music.

Water-falling into my awareness

as the trill of a water spirit;

rippling sound streams in the sapphire sky.

O bird angel of this morning

do you know the secret of love?

I am a grass that grows sweet in your meadow

like the sun I appear each day

and disappear each night

into river music played upon a songs breath.

Can you see what the sky sees?

You sing lost in your song

as if not of this earth.

Wherever this country path leads me

let me not care where I arrive

but flow like your river of music

to the deep blue sea.

love

eric

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