Seenes
You think you know
and you forget you feel
This is how it may have started
at the end
of the beginning
when there was
silence
when there was
the void
Seenes of the past
resonate with the now
We are the same
yet different
We do not listen
to the voices
of the world
We think we know
We forget we feel
and we dance alone
while others are killed
The sounds and smells
of mossy trees
and cawing crows
of whispering streams
and muddy banks
the steps you take
the sloshing sound
you feel the wake
within your self
of this knowledge
that you're the land
You remember
that the forest
is but the mind
around
You remember
that the river
is but the soul
that binds
You remember
that your steps
are but the dance
of life
You remember
that you forgot
You remember
a lot
In the forest
where trees
and trunks
and leaves
and branch
In the forest
where birds
and mice
and deer
and light
In the forest
where roots
fungi
where webs
of here
In the forest
In the forest
the voices of my world
and yours
and hers
In the forest
I remember
that I forgot
a lot
The forest is here
It is now
It is flowing
with words
and thoughts
It is willing
It is sentient
It is breathing
in prose
and love
