Rooted
I hike the trail,
while also knowing
the trail hikes me, which
though it may seem like a paradox,
is just another example of the oneness of
this world’s orthodox.
As we move on the trail,
there are wonders
to behold
as a whole myriad of greenness
comes to life
before our very eyes,
and, we begin to see why
it is that this world,
is so full of pain
and pleasure both,
though
there is another way
forward,
if you are so bold.
Remembering
that all of nature
is a reflection
of all that we see
beneath
the layers
of memories and ideas
we’ve held onto
out of necessity
and, in part, grandiosity.
Notions
of what’s come before,
become magical connections,
just like the tree’s roots,
as they make their necessary…