Am I in the vastness of the open plains?
Dew drops miraculously form from the mist of gods
Leaves return after the frozen cold
The radiant sun never stops its shine on humanity
Is the path taken?
The rocks give blisters of feet worn
The mountains lend the peaks to climb
The valleys hold the wisdom of Mother Nature
Will the destruction of mind cease to suffer?
The flurry of memories never to take a pause
Will joy so deep give room for contentment
Stop the work to be done ?
Never ceasing a moment to aid the weary
Picking up the broken pieces of fragile bones
And safely setting a table for communion
To share in the delights of giving thanks to all
- betty riaz, november 2016