West
Wimmera canola country
golden fields surround
travelling around
for days
buttons pressed up and
down,
breathe in peace
let kindness show
it doesn’t matter
what
you
know
it is deep listening
you have come to learn
reading characters
just discern
but no need expressing
what
you
think
you came to heal
you have learned
what is real
enough to keep truth
inside
the long, long ride
of searching and
dissolving
of hearing and revolving
of coming and going
bright lights are showing
you
the road is lit
the time unwinds
if that is what it ever
does,
nothing real is ever lost
it is all free
there is no cost
lessons here and there
wherever you may shine
your light
the path is golden bright.
(Written on the last day of winter, August 31, 2016)
