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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Smell of plastic in the rain

The night is wild
It’s all game
You’re standing in your jacket on the beach in the rain
There’s newfound jolt in me that wants to abrase the arms of your jacket
And breathe in its plastic freshness
Burying my face in the cold wet shell of you
How strong you feel, through and through
Carry me in the arms of you
Ride down roads made for us
Wild, free, and young
A newfound spirit spurts over a rusted crust
Newfound energy from extracted juices of the earth
Fresh feelings arising from old soul mates
Just like this, everything’s always new and wild with you

 

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The animals have become our puppets…

Unconscious minds, robotic lives, synthetic food,
Industrialization, expedited technological progression, automation
The labor force driven by coffee and lack of sleep
Careless destruction of nature…
Children nurtured by media
Animals, our puppets