The Sheep

the sheep

the rolling winds of summer

 alert you to my

arrival

as I step off the worn path

stumbling my way through

unfamiliar pastures

an intruder 

I am 

i take my place amongst you

under the rumbling black clouds

that move across a landscape

of valleys and mountains

i sit

listening

to the sea's continuous performance

the same melody

since time began

and after awhile

i have forgotten what led me

to this place

love, anger, heartache, regret

it no longer matters

my heart

is now 

quiet

i rise

departing not on the path

from which I came
but one
anew

and 

you

with
gales approaching

 

return to your grazing

: : :

This photo was taken somewhere along the Ring of Kerry in Ireland in 2010.

"You cannot travel the path until you become the path itself."

 ~Buddha~

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