Safari of Silence

I am on a safari of silence,
Only me and the wide open savanna
of grace.

If I spot animals I shall say nothing
but their enlivening presence will
shelter me like a tent.

The night sky will open up
and pour down grace notes
raw and unrefined.

Sometimes the heart growls to
protects its own
and I am a member of the Earth Tribe.

I bow low to listen to the ground speak,
rumbling its love song of eruption,
destruction and new beginnings.

Animals and humans both come to the
watering hole— for without that,
earth would speak no more.

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