Ruby-russet bows adorn the trees,
A tingle down the spine, quivering in the breeze,
Each one, a wish, a heartfelt prayer…
For forgiveness, for love, for treasures rare.
The walk is long and is made alone,
A horizon of steps, set in stone.
Mantra and bells, sound their hallowed chime,
The steps to the temple are different each time.
Misty mountains, a sense of belonging,
I’m home in my body house I’m back…
The comfort of womb-like warmth,
my shoulders shake, as my face begins to crack.
Your royal commandment, nature’s theatrical bounty,
Horizon lines blur, hidden realms appear,
I absorb a bubble of awe
as all my fevered pain starts to melt and thaw.
In monochrome visions you dealt me my card,
But I really didn’t realise it would be this hard.