I wonder how often this is true of us all.
Heaven on Earth
In a waking dream, weakness leaves the body of the earth.
Standing still I feel power rise through my feet like water through a tree.
Bounty surrounds my quiet center.
I mark the season. The vault of heaven is my map.
Strange lands and separation are my lot.
The sunrise builds a fire on the mountain.
I chop a limb for wood and warmth.
A bird nest falls.
I carry it inside my coat.
I love these two poems. I feel "power rise through my feet like water through a tree." "Bounty surrounds my quiet center." "The vault of heaven is my map." Today, I carry a bird nest inside my coat, knowing the bird appears in the notes from the song in my heart.