as a stream we touch those who thirst
and feel the hunger of kindred souls.
All I am is a stalk of grass within the Field
that has somehow managed to find that elusive grain of salt,
that tiny nutrient that wasn't far from my roots
yet had less to do with me than with the Whole of Life
enveloping all existence in form.
The salt that was carried within my reach
so I could stretch out and feel its energy
calling to me like a song,
like the vibration of a crystal
tuned to the frequency I needed,
or me tuned to Hers in my unaware need
yet we found each other and I am nourished.
Where do I find the humble essence of knowing
that it is through Her Grace that the perfect amount of salt fell within reach?
Too much can poison yet
Gaia's trickling tears carried the nutrient
toward my yearning lost tendrils
that weakly grew in one direction ... alone.
Did another being join to push and shove,
swallow and release,
the salt within reach?
I received a gift that brings joy and wellness,
one that I say grace for within each moment.
How to share with humility and happiness?
Is my smile genuine in Love?
Do I pause to witness the journey of the one on their own path
and offer them a grain of salt,
the seed just as it was gifted to me?
I know not why the salt appeared
with its taste so appealing I could not resist
yet once I felt Her song on my tongue
I was carried within the melody
and we flow in harmony
through the winding ways of the world,
by each other,
releasing and opening,
Ahhh ... there is it,
non-attachment to the salt.
Let it fall from my eye,
from my sweat,
from my heart
and realize that
I do not have to see who tastes it
or know who adds it to their daily bread as I do.
She flows through me and winds Her way in the world;
as a stream we quench those who thirst
and feed the hunger of kindred souls.