
Spring evening, still and glimmering gold
Walking along the allotment path, my legs feel weighty.
Sinking consciously, pulled earthward with each step
My steps are not my own
I somehow sense that it is the earth itself taking steps.
Each step is deliberate and reverent.
Nature is moving and I am part of that deep movement.
This is not at all transcendental.
I am more and more grounded
So that my body is of the earth, of Life.
A grateful presence