Medicine Walk Home

Teachings come in turning leaves,
ripening Rowan berries,
a gathering wind,
and the unquestioning motion of water.

Small way-side flowers fading;
delicate grasses gone to seed,
clouds, birds and all the creatures and songs of nature
emerge in time and tide.

No forcing, or holding back, 
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or striving to be any other
than that which they already are, 

grounded and complete in their being:
Everything around me,
whatever my senses can experience,
is present in full moment and magnitude;
perfect counter-balance.

Pausing to absorb the Sun
through a kindly gap in the trees,
I am allowed to lose the edges of myself
to an unbounded moment,
where the Earth's insistent becoming

is silent and surrendered in its sovereignty.
Here is where home always was.