Papaed's Blog – April 2009 Archive (1)

I stand alone and inhale deeply

freeing myself from stress and worry

in this conservative, reverent place.

the cool morning air brings

a moist, earth-rich dark soil smell

to fill my lungs.

a gentle breeze shakes dew drop sprinkles

onto my shaved head.

I am at peace with the Mother.



a shallow trench worn

through the center of a large stone

by a thousand years of foot traffic

along this stroll-garden path.

I am humbled and… Continue