When life is hard,
harsh, or heavy,
I walk to unlock
the simplicity,
softness, and light,
that is blocked
from my heart.
that is blocked
from my heart.
When my soul is bare,
my mind a flurry of worry,
I am moved by my body
towards the hills
that surround me,
to walk.
The meadow is medicine,
and is taken visually,
to alleviate the pain
of an achy psyche.
But the mountains
seem bitter; still,
I stop for a dose
of their snowy splendour,
in which I'm engrossed.
No strange side effects found
in this pastoral prescription,
apart from the fruit bearing trees,
whose beauty can lead to addiction.
Getting my fix
of floral and fauna,
(a preventative measure
against emotional trauma),
I make my way back to
the place framed by boughs,
as I move my body
to the space
where it's housed.
And I walk...
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Happy weekend!
