Sunset Walk

Every four-year-old child understands that the world is alive, intelligent, aware, communicative and filled with soul. ~ Stephen Buhner

She spies us from her hilltop

and screams since her parents insist

she ask first.  Running heart-first,

she stops and pivots in visible

frustration, torn between her cell-

deep celebration and the civilizing

influence.  We are pacing mindfully

aware that 14 times 7 equals 98

in human years but already

in that connected space that wags

tails and beams across faces.

Relief as the hidden is revealed,

our generous gifts emerging even

before our exuberant meeting.  A spray

of water from a wet fur coat

is greeted with a delighted squeal

and we regard each other 

with such spaciousness.  True

availability in this present moment.

Shaky cartwheels and petting,

eyes meeting and secrets shared:

the candour of the innocent,

the eloquence of the child.

Revitalized, we walk away, standing tall.

Waving every few steps to the goodbyes

so extravagantly bestowed.

The strong four-year-old heart,

pure, emanating power.  We are all

radiating abundance and she races

across her lawn for one final

touch across the so-called space

that divides us.  And I pet my

wagging companion, embraced

by my own wide and spreading smile

as we head into the last

vivid flames of sunset.


Inspired by: Hidden, Candor, Eloquence 

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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