The spokes turned in rotation towards the destination,
All the while, the morning breeze brushing against my face.
Soon the highest point was in sight,
And with only a slight intrepid thought, the ascent began.
The view - breath taking,
A feeling of total euphoric exaltation.
Such a wondrous sense of oneness,
With nature,
With my Creator.
I come closer to the ground at my feet;
The clover and grass blades swaying as the
Breeze gently passes.
Splashes of yellow,
As dandelions smile amidst them.
My hands pass over them,
Awakening the receptors within.
I raise my hands to the heavens;
Palms up.
Outstretched arms.
Deep inhalations,
And long exhalations.
I feel the strength of the universe surround me
And invite its power in.
My arms butterfly to the ground.
And as I peek behind me,
The whole world is upside down.
Or is it?
And as I fall back onto the earth,
My back melts into the grass and we become one.
July 8, 2011
Cynthia Gallo
All the while, the morning breeze brushing against my face.
Soon the highest point was in sight,
And with only a slight intrepid thought, the ascent began.
The view - breath taking,
A feeling of total euphoric exaltation.
Such a wondrous sense of oneness,
With nature,
With my Creator.
I come closer to the ground at my feet;
The clover and grass blades swaying as the
Breeze gently passes.
Splashes of yellow,
As dandelions smile amidst them.
My hands pass over them,
Awakening the receptors within.
I raise my hands to the heavens;
Palms up.
Outstretched arms.
Deep inhalations,
And long exhalations.
I feel the strength of the universe surround me
And invite its power in.
My arms butterfly to the ground.
And as I peek behind me,
The whole world is upside down.
Or is it?
And as I fall back onto the earth,
My back melts into the grass and we become one.
July 8, 2011
Cynthia Gallo
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