Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Beautifully conceived. There is a life-plan operating in trees, like a living blueprint which specifies the wood's grain. Minds also have a living blueprint which charts a thread of indentity among disparate moments and states. A blueprint can only be known by another blueprint. It has survived this far by resonating and growing together.
Softly so, good one. Thanks.
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