2 Oct 2023
I go to the woods to exist with
the sounds and the colors and the shapes and the smells
I think it is to forget my own
But always they humble me to remember
that we are one - - -
I go to the woods to get out of the woods
to remember that I am part of the woods
that we are all always in the woods
encroached upon in her own domain
we feign ignorance to separate land and space
from being
It and we and sometimes an I
melding forms as dusk approaches
it is unfortunate that it is then when I must diverge
"must". Why fear bodily harm to such an extent
from such an ever giving and forgiving entity?
Is it karma we run from? Ignorance?
The intimate unknown?
It is a blessed time indeed to find myself
not running; not running into or out of
the woods