posted on May, 19 2015 @ 04:12 PM
Ummm...have you ever casually wondered about the interplay between self and...other...?
I seem to be prone to a vain reflection of where I end and this...other...begins...I also seem to husband a strange compassion for all
things...whether alive in an animated sense or just alive energetically...even if it is only a rest state compared to my fleeting perception...
Anyhow...what follows is a consideration of place...and my place within that consideration...
The woods were wild thick with brush with tree
Alluring there a silent yearn in me
Compelling I was drawn yet not by sound
A fuller sense not hush bequeaths the ground
Further as I wandered bole to bole
A trailing hand would touch them as I stole
This let me know that I could not intrude
Not apart I was in part imbued
Epiphany is moment given wing
That a mundane walk in groves could Gnosis bring
To think that eyes awake a mind could see
Connections as a hand would brush a tree
I suppose I must have been a tree hugger in another life...or maybe I have simply taken the time to consider...
Whatever the case...I thought I might share this here and hopefully engender some like consideration in you...........yes you...