Layers and Layers of Love
Trees covered with snow and rime,
though rigid,
have a downy softness
and speak of movement.
Low clouds in the valley
swirl slowly, expand,
and gently rise.
My attention widens,
breath quickens
at the velvety striations
that stretch before me.
I breathe more slowly and deeply,
seemingly merge
with the substance, the essence
of what I see.
And then there’s Light,
right there in the layers,
right there in me.
My flow, my substance,
my essence,
my layers and layers
of Love.
I smile,
point my skis
down the trail,
and fly.
Sarah Carlson
December 11, 2024
