Walking Poem by George Coomb

Walking

In light walking
bird song sprinkling
gentle life,
tall trees
beckoning.
One-ness here
Union with spirit
walking slow
like in a church
vast with quietness
safe at last –
return to origin-
death
is going home
waiting
those linked by love
never passing away.
Breeze held my face
like annointing hands,
all I love
is here where mind
looses all shackles –
birds fly here, there
like searching questions
steps are made slowly here
in light walking.

George Coombs