warm orange early morning sun wraps itself around one side of the birch trees who bathe blissfully in it’s embrace outside my cabin. Birdsong floats ethereally across the sky and the leaves whisper a soft response. The land is alive and I too. Inner music sings my soul awake and my hearts peels back another layer.
i lift the flute to my lips and nature calls a song from me. here in this moment i am fully present and aware. Ancestors smile upon me and my connection transcends time, reaching back and forward, up and down. The threshold appears in the form of a gate guarded by the tree nation. I take the step that I must take.
the cage of my heart ~
no longer a prison cell
Spring is bursting forth
a haibun for dVerse