The Ancient Teachers

An ode to the wind, the trees, and the light

Forest Trail, Mill Valley, CA

The Ancient Teachers

I walk the mountain paths, searching for something lost –
Not a thing I can name, but something once felt.
The shape of it hovers at the edge of thought,
just beyond the reach of remembering.

I wonder what I might become, who I will be, what I will do –
a part of me waits for a calling in order to be cal…