The World Around Me
I’m drawn to fold myself into the quilt
that is the coating on the mountains
and there I will sink into the mattress of mud
and allow of myself to soften
along with the world around me.
I will dig my nails under the moss
and be present there
yet be nothing and faded into the foliage.
to be one with the earth and
to have the earth to be one with me.
to finally have the gift of relaxation.
This poem is about:
Our world