I bathed in nature

I bathed in nature

As pagans stood

On ley lines

Worshipping the freedom

Of the wind

Waiting for the earth

To speak

Of its disappointment

At the thoughtlessness

Of children

Who believe themselves wise

Running out of patience

With the blindness

Of progress

In venal pursuit

When honest wealth

Must truly lie in the beauty

Of kinship

Not resident

In the brutal threat

Of power

But the persistent

Pounding of the sea

The fragile strength

Of a wildflower

Dreamfields covered

In clover

Wind blown seed pods

Dancing in sunlight

Is there madness

In caring about landslide

Erosion is not value free

Slip into the water

Bathe in forgetfulness

Rinse me clean

Perhaps there is magic

In the air

Of Glastonbury

The whisper of Merlin

In the morning

As a wet mist lies

Deep in the valley

Spread wide your arms

Breathe me in

We will become more

Than merely human

In the merging