The calling home
of tranquil distance
Each step,
marks another scent of history.
While the air smells of lichen
& winters alpine cold.
Mist caresses ridge lines,
like a familiar memory.
Wulinantikala watches in silence,
always listening.
I walk with gratitude,
with tenderness, between worlds.
Embraced by button grass,
and tarn, scored crevices.
I slide,
where purpose strolls,
on narrow wooden paths.
I am grateful, I am small.
Something unravels
unwinds, lets go,
among the wandering
between rests.
It is not a loss,
or a surrender,
or need to be saved
or hide.
A tranquil distance exists,
where time forgets,
the need to be anything
other than here,
now.
Where time lives
as eternal patience,
while the heart,
is reminded to slow
When distracted, forgets to hurry.
You,
the land,
an uncertain sky,
is all
the remains.
Vast,
persistent
& steady.
In the stillness
it shows me
how.
T.J.
Written on the lands of the Palawa Country, Lutruwita, with gratitude and abundance for this incredible, wondrous earth, sky, land and sea. I write with curiosity, with gratitude, a sense of adventure and discovery; to bring connection the moments of wonder.
