I sit at the feet of beauty

I sit at the feet of beauty

I sit at the feet of beauty.

Once again in     this place

                                this friend

                                this time

                                this space.

I sit at the feet of beauty

                Water gushing down the gorge,

                thoughts streaming, one rolling

                                after the other, hardly a

                                pause until I check the flow.  For

I sit at the feet of beauty

I still my  mind

Before the mountains

                                the trees

                                the sky

                                the birds.

And listen, opening my soul to

this place

this friend

this time

this space.

January 3, 2013

Elena Huegel