Back home
to the place where the sky is as wide as space
where the clouds caress each other as they float
where the trees are dancing messengers of the wind
where shapes are clear and fine, and colors seem to shine
as if they’re cut from the clearest glass.

Back home
to the soothing serene energy of the self
the underground river that makes the soil so rich
with roots stretching way, way down
into the safe and sturdy ground
so that stress and fear can’t bend or break you.

Back home
to the place where time opens up, almost seems to stop
and there’s no more striving or seeking, or even doing
only a graceful glide of being, through every easy day
and the pressure of the future fades away
like an army retreating
leaving the present in peace.

~ Steve Taylor