forest bound
bits and bops here and there
tree bark; a cinnamon tree i peel layers off
and feel the history run again beneath my feet
as if something deep inside,
hidden well within the moss,
and its eternal waterfalls
was calling my name, your name,
all of our names
into a single form of consciousness.
can we try and leave without the ego?
is it worth remembering how
"nature is not a place to visit,
it is a home" as a daily mantra?
what's the song the forest sings?
what's the sea's hypothesis?
are they alone at night,
or is it insincere to think
the moon and the sun are human forms?