Softly she came, knocking me off my path.

A path of intentional carelessness,

Of wanting, thoughts, and mindless open fields.

Looking back only once, I followed her.

Through thick weeds and dense fog, her path was near.

Once found, she beckoned me with her full smile.

Racing ahead with nothing on my back,

I anxiously set foot upon her path!

Joyful, I walked this new way without doubt,

Without fear, without hurtful desires.

Finally clasping hands, our auras shared,

She showed me unconquerable mountains,

Soft snow, happy creatures, and clear bright skies.

A new path, all in her spiritful eyes.

Written on October 22, 2007 in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Photo taken on top of Snow King across from the Tetons.