Forest, with you

This patch of land
preserved for
cell phone towers
give way to a family of trees and shrubs
and the few wild that roam, still
I go here sometimes
in the crux of my loneliness
surrounded by shade, and the peeking of the sun once in a while
most of the time, I’m barely existing
hidden from view underneath the canopy
it’s hard to discern what’s real
here, or where my mind is
stuck in a no man’s land
a limbo
maybe, if I spend more time in a forest, I’ll get my sanity back

Where would I rather be?
in love with you, totally
the birds would fly
the trails would lighten up
the clouds would spread apart and the sun rays would shine through the tree branches
we’d be walking on air
I’d be walking forward, backwards
looking at your eyes; whatever color they are
peacock feathers by your side
as you walk forward
in this brief segment of the path
that’s totally hidden under the leaves

this brief feeling of you here
before you dissolve into my tears

this brief moment where we find meaning in life
where things make sense
my sole purpose; to find you
sole purpose; to dance with you
before we turn into a forest, itself

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John Muir quotes

One of the best ways to see tree flowers is to climb one of the tallest trees and to get into close tingling touch with them, and then look broad

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world

The mountains are calling and I must go

As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.

The power of imagination makes us infinite

Sheep, like people, are ungovernable when hungry

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe

In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks

Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity

I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of god, than in church thinking about the mountains

Keep close to nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

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In her palace

She’s in her palace; her head resting on its beautiful marbled floor. She sighs at the way it cools her cheek on such a hot summer’s day. Breeze comes through the large windows and balconies that surround this grand architecture. They tease her wavy hair strands, which in turn tease her face. She’s listless and still, and the only thing constant is her repetitive breathing. Her chest heaves up and down, slowly, bringing life to the stone surroundings. Her long flowy skirt splatters like paint over the beautifully patterned white floor. The atmosphere is impeccable; it’s an intoxicating mixture of floral scents and dampness. Lilies, jasmines, roses, lotuses, and lilacs. She twists and turns, as she slowly rolls to face the high ceiling. There, a green gecko crosses path. She turns to the side, and several ants are marching by. She reaches an arm out and rests her finger on the ground in front of them. They avoid her finger and continue to march around it. This little play makes her smile for a second. Glancing at the ants, their image blur before her eyes as she looks beyond towards the open balcony. There, the bright green banana trees sway under the sunlight. Then beyond them, she stares at the clear blue skies. This is everything she’s ever wanted. This is everything she has. She hears the sound of a sole peacock calling for its lover. It soothes her to sweet sleep.
She wipes away a sweat drop on her forehead as she regains consciousness. Her hairs stick to the side of her cheek when there’s no breeze.
Her heart slowly thuds in somberness. She clenches her long skirt as she twists over the hard marble.
This is everything she’s ever wanted; she reassures her heart,
before it surges into uncertainty once more.

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