She made sure that no stone should be turned
on this rocky and difficult path.
She was stepping on her Mother
it was a sacred journey.
She placed her feet softly
so that the weight of her body
barely caressed the earthy skin.
Taking care of her Mother.
As she paced
all around she saw the mountains
and the brush.
She listened to the rustling of the leaves,
and the movement of the wings of a falcon
as it soared into the sun.
With this vision of the mother everywhere
and the beauty of these soft sounds
she was lulled into a delight that cleaned her inside.
The silent spirit had come within her
and she was empty again of all that filled her before.
Bare and ready for
a deeper devotion
a deeper vision
a deeper understanding
a deeper wonderment.
She knew that she was not alone
that all was in order