Having followed this almost invisible trail.
A broken twig, a slight scuff in the mud.
Making it this far, to this hidden
And magical place in the grasses.
And now in this clearing,
There’s a threshold across the path
And a sudden realization
Of nakedness and vulnerability.
Here is where things are discovered, that
What’s ahead is the same as what’s behind … or not.
And here is where insight and empowerment
Can expand one’s vision to avoid the hidden snares.
Here is sovereignty of self
But only if there is a quick learning
With confidence pulled from the burning sun
And a deeper power from the rich soils below.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
Carved and painted stone