Connemara

There is a place

Of height

And depth,

Of green

And brown. Sun, sky, wind

Bright and

Strong.

Great Spirit

Pulls at my soul,

Enfolds it,

Holds it.

The birds sing

Their language.

I try to translate

Because I know

What they are saying:

“Come now and breathe,

Listen to the song

Spirit sings through

The wind.

Remember.

Take this moment

To recognize

The vibration

That is the heartbeat

Of Mother Earth.

Remember.

Breathe to receive

This is the living, green

Great Spirit.”

And I said “yes”.