I see a hummingbird
hovering in a beam of sunlight
eternity in a moment.
I hear the singing wind
playing tree and dry grass instruments
same singings my ancestors heard.
I feel the earth and sky
beating heart and whispering spirit
groanings of earth, calls of heaven.
I know at life-road’s end
leaving flesh, failures and fruitions
is required and I know that love
is the only luggage the journey allows.