....where my heart starts singing
and my whole Being shivers
in the flow of the wind.
The bold and gentle air,
caressing the raw, unforgiving land,
with its almost unbearable beauty.
Its wild and well treaded paths
leading along aged fences of weathered wood
standing strong against the forces.
Your solely companion the vast view of endless fields
laying in the dim
of the remaining light
of a hard day work.
To a place
where the horizon embraces the Earth.
The breeze creeping under your skin
the moment your feet touch the soil.
The damp ground which
nourishes the people
telling stories of a hard life.
Standing firm on the ground
when every part of you is becoming one with this land.
Your eyes closed,
sensing the countless silent sounds,
the persistent rustling of the lush leaves
of ancient trees
having defied all the storms of the plains....
and your feet start growing roots.
Roots to the land
your soul was whispering to you about
in sleepless nights
for so long...