Shaving my head on the mesa,

white sun rising behind juniper hills,

I became myself again.

I did not know I’d been gone.

With each new song of bird, new ray of light

and dropping hair,

freedom lifted, heaviness fell.

I did not know I’d been gone.

Voicing thanks to Sun

and all goodness that surrounds,

I also fell,

fell fully into the arms of Spirit.