soaring

i tread the soft path at river’s edge
where trees reach up
birds flitting between them, 
the quiet and the joy
of this wild place brings me back 
to wholeness, 
it fills me.
my spirit sings and
spirit answers
lifting me up
carrying me on wings
soaring ever higher
past the leafy canopy of trees
above the ever-changing clouds
we sail through the infinite blue
and become the explosion
of stars and shimmering dust 
and mystic tunnels of space,
so far beyond, 
all there,
at the river’s edge.

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Many thanks to Eugi’s Causerie for the delightful prompt, “soaring.”

13 thoughts on “soaring

  1. I agree that any water way is a mystic tunnel of space 😉
    I’ve creek nearby and love to sit under the willow.
    Late spring I was gifted the visit of a soaring little brown bat – during the day!

  2. Pingback: Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Soaring – Roundup – Eugi's Causerie

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