Just as my finger flows down a glass window,
So does that finger feel my blade of grass.
It lies so serenely in my life-
Its back arched toward the sun,
As its spine stretches beyond the body.
I touch it and feel its smooth lineage,
And smell the dirty shoes that have
Trampled upon it,
Too busy and asleep to notice
Its beauty and grace.

Deeper and deeper and deeper I go-
I feel so many feelings
Knowing not
I'm moving
Into growing beyond
What I understand
Myself to be.
Open me softly
Open me darling.
For I give myself-
Mind, body and soul-
Unconditionally.

My simple blade of grass,
Where have you been all of my life?

I've been here!
I've been here!
I've been here!
You see-
All of this time
A new understanding
Of what's possible
Allows us to enlighten
Our visions.

Copyright � January 2001 Solai