Sunday Morning walks
The sanctity of Sunday morning sidewalks
leading down forested paths
crooked, smooth, cracked.
Mountain breath drifts to clouds.
Dreams wash downriver
with foam and leaves.
Clean sunlight suspended by stillness,
transcendent, sacred,
a religion cast in clean light.
I cannot tell where earth ends
and heaven begins,
tendrils of both world laced in atoms and sensation.
leading down forested paths
crooked, smooth, cracked.
Mountain breath drifts to clouds.
Dreams wash downriver
with foam and leaves.
Clean sunlight suspended by stillness,
transcendent, sacred,
a religion cast in clean light.
I cannot tell where earth ends
and heaven begins,
tendrils of both world laced in atoms and sensation.