One Grasp

When you pause and hold the earth with concise clarity
let the timbre of its tremors truly touch the thoughts
it is no longer just soil, stone or scrub that you see,
but the resonance of life rising in all its silent stately scenes.

The heart is where the grasp of fingers honestly begins
to reach down deep below the surface to find the roots
then extended on senses upward as a tether of fingerprints
and embrace all that grows and blooms amid the air.

Oh sweet communion of mind, body and soul
in perfect sync with the world’s countless arrays of faces,
each layer that stretches its mantle of creation
before us where we can learn and embrace its beauty.

What stroll we take when walking with the focus,
which seeks to clutch from inside all that we can know
move out of the limitations of our own assumptions
unto a chance to caress some quintessential natural element
with all we are so it literally speaks its meaning.

It is journey for depths to heights made within and the without,
a precious trip through epiphany’s roots
worn like a bark in the way it covers our understanding.