It is almost time to leave;
The heat from yesterday’s fire
Drops to a low, quiet burn.
The last few hours
I work to leave this site
Better than when I found it.
As I pick through scattered debris,
I wonder, what is next?
In the new place, will old friends
Help and greet me?
Or will I be on my own?
O the sadness of breaking camp weighs heavily,
And has not been replaced,
By anticipation for the new.
Each stop
Another step
Along the road Home.
Another place to set-up camp,
Celebrate, dance and enjoy
Breathing deep the clean, fresh mountain air.
Over the years, I’ve heard many tales
About the new place,
Wondering: what actually will be there?
Walking through this mountain forest,
Singing my song of change,
I am free to reach upward
And embrace the Oneness
That is all about me.
-SB
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