As I drove, winding through the evergreens into the valley of calming colors, playful birds, and resonant silence, I arrived at peace.
In a time where my mind is overwhelmed by confusion,
facing stark illusion,
where life is just reminding me
that at times it will hide from me
the very things I long to see.
In these voices of choices,
I'm trying not to cry.
Trying not to hide
the essence of these lessons.
What I placed before our Mother's feet,
the Buddha's feet,
our Savior's feet...
I vow to never cling to again.
The letting go, the cleansing,
the renewal and re-mending.
I needed touch and you gave that to me.
I needed to weep and you paved that to me.
I needed the moon and you sang that to me.
What happens in the hotsprings
stays in the hotsprings.
