My True Nature
Wide open,
Questing anew;
Turning, turning on
Eyes of wonder.
Arms unfolding,
Reaching, dancing
brave and unshadowed,
Beckoning the light.
Respite for winged wanderers
Hallowed hollows for the meek;
Gentle giants dreaming,
Breathing for the world.
Listening deeply,
Hearing my own roots.
In this realm of now,
I know my truth.
- Geneva Blank
Photo Credit: Holly J Haroz
Styling by Caroline Dieter-Bush