Having been lulled by the river
I rock in a constancy,
the heart rhythm, ancient.
I grow horns, smooth and sharp.
Being on the Yampa River again and again
I am tuned to the deepest pattern, the Nous
The presence of all,
the body permeable.
The mind empty
the community not mine but all.
There and now,
see through me – you can.
My lost shirt is the forest or the water
I’m already a ghost,
spirit bound as much as flesh.
I am the canyon wall, the water moving,
bird and bush.
Just call me Big Horn Sal!
One thought on “Big Horn Sal”
Beautiful! One with nature, the ultimate dream! And community on the river (with the animals too of course) 🙂 Sending love, Sandra