Breeze Poem by Smoky Hoss

An early evening summer breeze
Gently glides over my bare skin,
And suddenly without warning
I am utterly aware that everything touches everything
again and again -
For just a brief moment
I stand outside of all boundaries,
A mist in my eyes
Realizing life -like warmth in the air- is all around me -
In reverence I can only watch
As the soft wind glows,
With the light of life it has gleaned
While passing through my soul -

The breeze moves along,
Leaving me, back to me;
Yet the feeling of connectedness lingers on,
With an understanding of things, I cannot see -