Thursday, September 1, 2022

Ancient Language


 This changes my walks in the woods.
While listening to the thud of my shoes,
and the wind in the leaves, and the birds,
and the river of thoughts in my mind,
I exchange oxygen with the plants and trees.
The forest becomes an ocean.
A mutual meditation.

kastilwell

PS: I had a glimpse of the owl yesterday.

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