I walk within as the cloud
descends, cocooning me even
as it strips me naked, bare,
permeating my mind, my heart,
my soul. Only then does the voice
speak. I ask no questions.
The voice continues until
it is finished,
the stream ceasing
until the next time. The cloud lifts.
I walk away, refreshed
Photograph by Lisa Runnels via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
A wilderness journey.... lovely.
Both refreshed and exhausted . . . love the juxtaposition of these opposites!
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