Balance
15 Mar 2011 1 Comment
Balance
in the light
in the wood
I stood-
seeping like moss
reaching like cedars
unfurling and arching
like the jewelled, dewey crowns
of ferns.
Moist air exchanges through
my skin, my lungs-
in my breath the flowing streams
connect and cross and
purify
this moment,
solidify
this pillar tree trunk moment
here between footsteps-
I am taken and freed
dying and born
opening and closing
silent and resounding
balancing the ever-changing
constant-growing
ebb and flowing
dance.
Wendi Lopatecki
Inspirational Village 
Apr 01, 2011 @ 19:53:04
Your words are beautiful- oh so beautiful!