The wind blowing over the sweet grass at the evening of the day
sunset and the smell of hay
The fire whose smoke fills my hair
while flickering light
dances flames
to look deep
a way to meditate
The dusk and with it comes
the smell so familiar of the deepest well
and a river
whose banks are calling me home
The longing for times gone past
so far in a boat with my Dad
and little dog
whose ears would whisper in the breeze
and put his nose up to the air
drinking in smells I could not smell
The dark coming on at the end of the day
a magnificent sunset paving the way
the cold night air chilling me to be still
and wishing for shore and familiar lights
Trusting my guide would get me home
to warmth and bed – familiar things
Just to long tomorrow
for the smell of the air that
fills my soul as it blows past
reminding me of
who I am
I am the earth
calling out to reclaim myself
when my human walk is done
I am the ether of nothingness
and oneness that fills all creation
reuniting me with that
which is myself
-
the divine
Dedicated to the loving memory of Gillian Ewing