Entry 35 Walk on

The earth turns and leaves fall.

A divine place to begin a new journey,

to leave a part of us behind.

As the snake sheds the skin,

and the trees shed their leaves.

The wild heart beats against the chest,

growing in sound, until it is impossible

to ignore any more.

The feet will tell when

the call comes

to end, leave and walk on.

Gathering bits and pieces as we go.

Of bones, mud, sticks, feathers.

For we are creatures of mother earth

and we walk bare feet.

The only way to walk, I think.



Published by theyogicgarden

Writer, gardener, yogi

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