Monday, 10 September 2012


I've viewed the world from the tops of mountains
I've had my head in the mystery of the clouds,
My voice has echoed through high places
As I sing the songs of awe.

And yet

My feet are down and my position is low
Low is what I know
and is my place of residence.

Being low, I enjoy the wonders of
a world that can be big
or small.
Being close to the earth, I'm
cradled and
covered and
grounded and
For connection, I am low.

When I am leading on the trail,

or following,

When I am off the trail,

with obstacles to surmount.

 Gems of the forest depths,

and curiosities are common.

Up above

or lower

and slower,

there is beauty

in the small world of the low.

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