listen while you read
I think of you dancing
across a forest floor,
an ancient forest
filtering morning light
and the high-pointed notes
of hidden birds.
I think of you gliding
through this sea of green
forest flowing
with mosses and ferns,
your bare, star-stemmed body,
all cream and rose,
mirroring the grace
and joy of a doe
as you move swiftly
over the fragrant earth,
so free and flush
with life and loveliness.
~ in the Pacific NW ~
What if you followed all the light-framed, light-gilded places that invite you to them? And opened to communing in and with them, or even more.
When you're next in a favorite or newfound sanctuary, in Nature or elsewhere, enfolded in a lambent or lucent way, sense more into what it is about being there that embraces or entrances you. And how else its spirit may want to move yours. Its Genius loci, as the ancient Romans called it. Maybe even inspiring you to break into song there, or dance like the young lady dancing across an ancient forest floor ...
© Colin Goedecke, for The Poetisphere
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