POEM: ABORIGINE TIME
by Gail Murray

To wake each morning
innocent of schemes:
feeling the dream-texture,
gently opening to the day.

To wander with intention
the inner and outer landscapes,
companioned by friends,
rocks, trees, sky.

To find water where needed,
insect guides, and food
that offers itself freely.

To share, in song and mystery
the long chant of a people
unafraid, trusting
our everlasting Source.

Thanks, Heather, for sharing this, which I pass on to the rest of you.

Take a moment. Breath deep.