Spirit

The Diamond Belle Ranch
by David Sweet

Time slows as you walk
The gentle, grassy slopes
Of the Diamond Belle.

You’ve made it to the top!
Breathtaking, views,
Excitement, and joy
Pour in from all sides.

The splendor of the
Okanogan highlands:
Mt. Bonaparte, National
Forests, and meadows
With aspen groves
As far as you can see.

Below to the west,
Guarded by a long ago
Abandoned homestead,
Walker Lake is crowned
With towering fir and
Western larch.

Nature is alive everywhere.
The birds are obvious.
The rest is a feeling;
Pouring in, surrounding,
Comforting, nurturing.

How is it that this place
So opens the heart?
How gently the spirit
Attaches and soothes…
How does it succeed in
Calling forth such pure
Goodness?

Eloquent and with grace,
She extends to all who
Choose to join her:
The quietness of her power—
The feeling of large and free,
And the magic of your being
Dance in a waltz of great
Celebration.

There is no charge,
Nothing to prove;
She gives freely.
Take as long as you want
To savor and rejoice.

Congratulations,
You’ve found it.


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