Shasta,
here, at Panther Meadows, I am—
In a silence-born centering aligned of your Presence,
I behold You.
I see how easily You draw wispy ethereals into a dance
around You.
Your elements—how they enliven the essence of me
that I might ascend to be more
of who I Am—
I breathe the cool, clean tonic of the crystal blue of your Air.
I bend down to drink of the pure, trickling song of your Water.
I stand on the subtle body of your Earth and feel this vibration
in my legs and in my ears.
And I know there is Fire within You that quickens to inspire,
we who open to the Presence You are
aligned to
centered there
the I AM
to behold.
Panther
Meadows