I ask first the trees, honoring the foliage
that shades fragile skin, Will you take root
in my heart?
I ask the black and gold glittering sands,
Will you accept the imprint of my passing?
I ask the ocean, placing palms and soles
upon shores cooled by your blessing,
Can you cleanse away the temporal madness
enjoining me to a fractured humanity?
I ask the pali, jutting purposefully out
and over the sea, What shall I sacrifice
to your astounding beauty so that you might
endure all that is yet to come?
I sit in wonder and my spirit is calmed,
as the breeze gently enfolds her daughter,
This is all: you are my eyes and ears;
you feel our is-ness, your hand records
our passing, awakening others who might,
in their own time, and in their way, return
to us pure and whole and healed.