I walk in the mud

I walk in the mud 

I am now where I wanted to be 

I am who I always dreamed 

and all around everything is magical 

magical ,

sweet and bitter that blend and dance with me as water in puddles 

by beaten tracks and unexpected turns 

I walk in the mud and come what may 

 I walk in the mud

 I am who I was suppose to be and I do what I had to do

 and all around everything is like a dream 

yet everything is true

 right there in front of me

 everything has always been there waiting for me clear and bright , limpid and light as the water on the surface of a puddle while at the bottom  roots sand and clay settle down

 peat, precious mud  rich food , sap of life

our lifed and our dreams, 

sun, clear skies and mud

and there is no separation nor distinction between  soil and sun 

 sly and ground 

every step we take is always the first and the last at the same time 

the first and the last 

every step we take is life and death and life again 

under this sky as far as we have given to know there isn't one without the other

 from sand to sun from dreams to mud and so be it

 I walk in the mud

 the weather is fine the wind will indicate the right way

 the right direction 

I walk in the mud I have a pair of good shoes and dear friends all around 

it will be a feast since
I am who I had to be

 I am safe and I am alive 

now I see far and clear the way 

I have now discovered how light and easy every small step is in the highest and dense mud,
and with this I go deep and I savor every step I move poised on the eternal mystery between paths and unexpected turns among broken branches , rotting leaves and blooming flowers flowers singing, spring is coming 

I walk in the mud light and free and so be it

Marco Bo