The Shepherd and The Sheep

You ask me to be the shepherd and the sheep
and the grass beneath our feet,
the wind that moves in-between
all things and the warmth of the sun
loving rivers deep.

Which path do I take
when my feet move in all directions?
How do I live
when I constantly feel birth and resurrection?

Tell me: Do you see the world
before it arises in every moment?

Perhaps I do not. But this mystery has a current.
Do you feel it?
Will you move in it with me,
with all the fear, love, and hope
that beats in your heart?


  1. The burden, the blessing.

  2. @Griff yes, indeed!


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