Ancient Child of the Valley

Hippie love poem to Mother Nature

Ancient Child of the Valley

She walks in Beauty like the night,

Of Cloudless climes and starry Skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright!

Meet Within her aspect and Her Eyes!

An Abiding sparkle which never dies!

The Light within all Shining Through!

Penetrating, even my darkest depths!

In Silence alluringly beseeching me!

In shadow Forever Illuminates Me!

In anonymity inspires me onward.

In ignorance Knows all about me.

In seclusion all that much closer!

Down the way none can follow!

To a Destination yet Unknown.

The Mother of All is she alone.

The void of all our ignorance!

She with the warped humor:

Warming my heart dancing.

Hold me closer tiny dancer.

But oh, how it feels so Real;

Lying here with None near,

Just wishing you were here.

You Alone may yet hear me;

Dancing Forever in the Dark.

Within Shadows in my mind,

Within the songs in my Heart,

Still singing your sweet songs,

Still serenading me so sweetly,

Still deliciously comforting me!

Still Beseeching me to join You!

Silent Siren Voice of All My Dreams!

Beckoning from so far and Near.

Yet seducing me for All my days!

Comforting me in my nightmare!

Calling to me at Times in dreams!

Beckoning, from inside my Heart!

Beckoning to me, covered in veils!

Beckoning to me, hiding yet again.

Shadow dancer yet serenading me!

Giggling underneath your blankets.

Careful to always get my Attention!

Tenderly Teasing me oh so sweetly.

Reminding me of what love can be!

Reminding me of what's important.

Mama's love is eternally irresistible!

Mama's infinite bounty astounding!

Mama is Always the most beautiful!

Her sense of humor being equivocal!

She with the warped sense of humor!

She God adores with his Softest light!

She alone dances within lonely hearts!

She alone never abandons us all alone!

She alone knows how to minister to us!

Sparkles within richest velvet darkness!

Shining on like our own crazy diamond.

Lilting Laughter lost on distant horizons!

Long before the time after time stood still.

Lingering in my mind like a familiar song;

Languidly reposed as if a feather in midair.

Lightest of Breath still anointing the Flames!

Lightest touch defending the tenderest spark.

Lovingly kindling eternal providential flames.

Lingering shadows yet stir gently Fading Light!

Luxuriating in their Freedom In the rock of ages!

Lightness of shadow promenades on the Horizon!

Leaping through mid-air she’s a Graceful ballerina!

Lightly singing any Words she's humming our tune!

Lifting her skirt she soars higher kicking up her heals!

Lighter than air she dances to her own unchained melody,

The phoenix arising from the ashes reborn again and again!

Permitting, the blind and the deaf,

To both see and hear what matters,

To know what everyone else knows,

To still feel, what everyone else feels.

Sharing each other’s mortal fallibility,

We laugh like Santa at the sillier elves,

Or giggle as if the smallest of children!

Laughingly tripping over our own feet!

Disinterested in following Babylonians!

Disinterested, in arguing over anything!

Disinterested, in playing with semantics!

Disinterested, in mere wealth and power.

Meandering the path laid down long ago!

By the most Ancient Children of the earth!

Using deliciously lightest, of any footsteps!

Knowing, we may only ever know nothing!

Hand in hand, enjoying the companionship!

Hand in hand helping each other to balance.

Hand in hand, pulling one another up again.

Hand in hand, many falling down gracefully.

Lost somewhere deep, in the memory of God.

Far below the deepest, of blue event horizons!

Somewhere, over a colorful far flung rainbow!

Half the world knows her, as the mother of all!

The Great Void from whence the myriad good things doth spring forth!

Uncertain as to where either might begin or end,

Uncertain, if there actually is a beginning or end!

Uncertain where, our own uncertainty could end.

Only that our journey, appears to be neverending!

Walking through the woods upon a beautiful day!

The path knows my feet, as my feet know the way,

Not a care in the world, simply out for a nice walk!

Motes of scintillating air within lightness of gravity!

Merely stretching my legs enjoying the fine weather.

Whereupon, taking the fork in the road less traveled!

As if a child mama casually brought me to my knees!

Gracing me with a glimpse of her bountiful splendor!

Parading for our pleasure, all the love she has to offer!

Passionately cajoling me, into partaking in her revelry!

Inviting me to indulge myself to my own heart's desire!

The most revered Virgin valley all spread out before me,

Neverending life overwhelming me with noisy greetings!

Imploring me to come in, and join in all their celebrations!

Welcoming me in their home as if they rarely had company!

Delicious laughter fading, echoing, lilting in the far distance...

She, the most illustrious ancient child, of the great fertile valley.

(George Byron, Elton John, Washington National Forest)