Breathe

I love an open window at night 

You can slide into that sweet energy so easy 

Trees rustle, I exhale a reply 

I’m lying here, sure 

Safe in my room 

But I’m traveling 

My hand touches the bark of an ancient tree 

I smell the sweetness of the moss, and the soil 

I hear the stream

Energy pulses along the connections 

Between everything out here 

Including me 

I like it here 

Too much, truth be told 

The forest, the green places

Their energy signature is home to me

Rare, so rare to find that signature anywhere else 

But it happens

Oh, yes, I do like being out here 

Shape of truth 

Breathe 

Be