Take a walk with me ,
Leave the room of your troubled mind.
Close the door behind you .
Go out to my Earth realms .
Be still .
I am the strength of the ground holding your weight ,
In the light and heat of the suns rays , there I shine,
I flow in the cleansing waters.
In the busy soils of the forests and fields,
I live in the work of the microcosmic labourers who nurture your food to life.
I am the redness of that rose
I am the innocence of the daisy
I am the unhurried snail,
I am the speed in the wings of a fly !
I am in the work of the summer bees and in the slumber of the winter hedgehog .
I reside in the patterns;
The spiral in the dandelion, the sunflower, the snail shell, the fern, the whirling waters, winds, galaxies,
The fractaling of the leaf’s veins, the tree’s branches , the stream children of mother rivers, the bodies internal organs!
I am the scent of sage, rosemary and thyme, of warm bread, of the sea, of a loved ones skin.
I am the sound of birdsong, of the howling winds, of human voices in joyous harmony.
I am the touch of a warm gentle breeze , the awakeness in the winter morning chill on your skin.
I am the beauty of butterfly wings, of an animal mothers devotion to her children ,
Of a smile,
Of mountains ,
In the sorrow you feel for anothers pain,
And in their endurance of it.
In the longing for an absent loved one.
The knowing inside you are afraid to hear .
Courage in the face of fear,
The open embrace,
The refusal to separate, isolate, detach, divide , tear asunder
That which is sacred and whole .
I am the medicine .
I am the medicine.
I am the medicine.
In the being
In the joining,
In the giving of Love.
In the joy of remembering all of this.
I am here in every strand of all existence.
Only a thought away.
Step into me, step out to me.
I am the life of light
I am the rest of dark
Here is where you will find me .
You must choose how you see .
~Annette Morris Keane, December 2020