Walking amongst
giant redwoods
remembering
my humble place
in this universe,
cherishing the stillness
this moment holds
the instinct to
struggle
meddle
control
dissipates,
my yearning
replaced by
the simple joy
of acceptance.
I let it soak in
smell of warm grass
stripes of dragonfly
dancing in front of my eyes
birdcall on the wind
sun warming my skin.
Sometimes I forget
the blade
that cuts through
illusion
more closely resembles
a blade of grass
than a metal sword.
Feels so good
to be
home.
