Living Song

I am a living song
I walk the path of this garden
Seeing rich earth beneath nails too long
I recognise,
I am a local too

I am a living song

In that child body

spade in hand,

I used to turn the soil

I did what I could to please

Who planted the seeds

Who watched them grow

I knew not

No way to cross that bridge

The gate was always closed

I am a living song

In the heart of a cloudy well

Stirred by karmic winds

that blow

between loosening cracks

My katika blade carves

through the depth of time

I am a living song

Rippling through lips on a conch shell

My sound kisses the heart

of listening ears

I am a living song

Perched there on that cave ledge

I receive gifts from the sun

It's a risk

but the exposure

reveals questions that advance

Birthing their own reward

I am a living song

My notes soothe

the breeze

that moves shadowed waters

I am a living song

Of movement

and calm mind

A spring

Where thoughts 
are in motion

like small darting fish

locals, only seen

when the mind-well settles

Relaxing in natural presence

observing forever movement

Thoughts

are just energy

that continually arise

~Garudafire 2011