She walks, barefoot through the forest
The moss is soft underfoot
The rain has stopped
And sits in tiny, perfect spheres
On the leaves
The sweet smell of all of the growing things surrounds her
She stops to bring this life into her
Breathing deeply
Green
Underfoot and overhead
The stars twinkle between the branches
And with the moon they kiss the forest
Like so many lanterns
Glowing
The night wind caresses the forest
Like a lover
Who knows all of your secret places
She closes her eyes
In these moments
The love, the connection
Is so exquisite
Indeed the sweetest, most paradoxically heartbreaking, soul searing joy one can ever know
It breaks you open
And in the breaking, you are made whole
She spins, dances
Hands reaching toward the stars
Feet moving on the sweet earth
Body swaying
In this moment, she would take the Universe as her lover
The heart's need
To encompass all in this love
The Winged Ones stand close by
As she dances
For she is also their own
Falling down upon soft moss
She hugs her legs to herself
And looks around
She and the forest
Breathe together
Her senses are as one
With all of the wild things
A gift from the Horned One
There is no need in this moment
Deep in the soft sacred places of the night
You will find her lost in bliss like this
In love
At home
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