Beautiful, Beautiful Day

I can feel the sunshine on my bare skin,
The breeze, the sound of free birds in tree tops,
I can hear the sounds of our sweet earth,
Feel its living vibrations under my fingertips.

I close my eyes and let it speak to me,
Renew my core with its universal secrets:
I can hear the Master Creator's creations
Reaching out to me, calling me back...

"This is what it's all about," I say,
To no one in particular (I am alone);
And my words of revelatory knowledge
Are carried off in the warm winds of spring.

I open my eyes and stare at the forest
Of trees upon yonder mountain: I
Imagine my spirit lifted up, soaring,
Over them, feeling their vibrancy.

I lift up and chase a paint-stroke cloud;
It's much farther away than I estimate,
I laugh gleefully, I am who I was meant to be--
Woman soaring high like a free bird.

It's a beautiful, beautiful day, and I
Am feeling the most beautiful part of me,
Eternal me, breathing in this beautiful day:
THIS is who I truly am, Me Free.