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.