MUIR WOODS

I walked the path he walked.
I breathed the air he breathed.
I have touched what he has touched.
I have seen what he has seen.

His path beckons me on
Into the stillness,
Void of human presence.

The only sound is the
Gentle rushing of the babbling brook
As it caresses each smooth pebble.

The pungent smell of redwood
Mixed with the tender moss covered bark.
Each breath brings me deeper
Into the source of life.

The thick canopy above
Allows only the barest light
To filter down, down
To the yearning, tender green ferns.

My heart beats in steady rhythm
In oneness of this life that surrounds me.
His presence pervades my senses.
My soul is comforted and my spirit refreshed.

Donnali