Medicine Walk Home

Lessons 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, 
or striving to be any other
than what they already are, 

grounded and complete in their being.

Everything around me,
whatever my senses can experience,
is present in full moment and magnitude;
and 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, where home always was.