the promise of forrest

from within the sacredness of forrest-walking,

I took up the simplicity of each step,

grounded in contact,

balanced in movement forward.

each step, a compromise towards motion,

yet in praise of gravity,

and holographic views,

soon assuming the feet, the hips,

even the upon of the shoulders.

once again preoccupied with visuals,

the tease of subtlety offered 

in passing by motion,

the residence of sensory's deliverance

yet wishing to escape the relationals.

wanted to be of the consuming,

the wizardry in more than just passing.

nature so overstates the metaphor

by being of its own accord.

and me, being of the we,

that journey on in its sightedness,

that passively comes to marvel

but yet remains as separate from.

so wanting to loose the insular

and become of the ongoing's hum,

to be of the symphony

that plays of itself in concert within.

with no sense of audience involved.

where out-for-a-walk looses its depictionals,

where there is seamless motion occurring,

where spacial embodiment is taken up

as causal amongst the all,

where I go, to immerse,

is a genuine presence coming forth

and spirit is mutually commingling,

as if I was in the pool

becoming the pool.

I was the breath becoming the air.

I was the forest 

at least minimally becoming the co-share.

where the zest of spacial becomes the embrace.

where the intimacy of the vast express of itself.

I have no body awareness 

that is not now forest declared,

beyond converses in the cellular. 

what mind is the essence of streaming,

where no thought carries any definitional wait?

conversant is just being

without the confinement of referentials.

to never go back to a sense of a self,

as a self that is just out for a walk

in the forest of sacredness.

here, now,

with simplicity offering me this freedom,

I am grounded in connection,

balanced in motion

intimate in this immersion . . .