Back to Being

BackToBeing

I'm going back - 

To where the wild ferns grow, 

To the brown earth I trod upon;

To the green in the grass,

To the blue in the skies, 

To the orange glow of the rising sun;

I'm going in search of the fresh morning dew. 

To dance where the cuckoos sing, 

To fly on the wings of the wind, 

To drink from the pouring rain and the surging streams, 

To bath in the silver rays of the moonlit nights, 

I'm going back, 

Into the green wood trees, 

Into the stars above, 

And into thin air. 

This is Being, 

And now I Am. 

-xyn