A Medicine to Shift the Footing
And now… at this very moment!
A cleanliness drifts in the air with a smell of ozone,
Of an impending fresh shower.
It falls as if from a great tipped bowl,
Poured upon all by the hand of a great mystery.
Poured into the "containers-that-are-everything"
Re-filling them with something that had leaked away long ago.
It is a medicine to shift the footing of all things.
It is a gift of purity,
Allowing the animals and plants to talk,
The stones the ability to move
And humanity the willingness to fully love.
This is my Journey
--Owl
Ink, colored pencil with digital manipulation
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