search all you like
for spiritual things
but of this earth
you are the heather & the tweed
of your homeland.
you smell & smile
of the color of the place.
we hear it in your voice.
you feel it in your bones.
your dreams echo
through the broadway hills
between the earth sky
skip-dancing across the moors
whirling barefoot through the heath
cloak of moonlight
hair wild with moonbeams
you stop only to kiss the ground
like the secret celtic priestess
that you are.