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
but one
anew
and
you
with
gales approaching
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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