Seattle Girl on Cape Cod: It's all Smoke and Mirrors

It's All Smoke and Mirrors

It's all smoke and mirrors.

We've come to worship technology

And find our answers on screens.

Main-stream media has become our God.

How did you, who I love,

Become a bunch of pixels in a tiny square?

I can't feel your embrace,

Nor hear your heart beating.

So, without you here

I turn my face to the ocean

Where the wind whispers in my ear.

I don't hear words, but I understand.

When I step outside I'm home. 

A red cardinal in bamboo,

Or a woodpecker perched on a naked branch

Surrounded by red winter berries

Leads me further down the the path

Nature is my altar now. 

I come to the place where the land stops

And the sea begins

The sun fills me up from head to toe

As I sink down into the golden grains below me

My feet move without thought

My heart in my chest 

Is a compass

To the Unknown

Earth's sacred garden

Holds the key

In an oyster shell

Have you found the treasure yet?