The forest ends where the
breath ends-
Deep inside of me, drawn,
Along with the scent of sunshine and humus
Down through my throat and lungs, diffusing
Into my bloodstream and organs and marrow
Until it is as much a part of me as my soul
And moves through me as I move through it.
This is the fuzzy connection
of things-
Matter and mind
And other and self
No difference.
Joy and despair
And silence and chatter
No difference.
The earth holds everything equal.
Only I discriminate.
What can I see of myself
In the gaps between thoughts and
In the gaps between trees ?
Practice is in the looking.
