J.A.T (just a thought) Hitting my head on the ceiling of mass consciousness.


A forest is a metaphor

Life moves through it, is it

The many lines of sight and the way

Light fractures its path

Between, over and under

All the components

Seeing clearly, not seeing clearly

A distracted gaze, the piercing insight

Wild abandon and amazing control

The Patterns rooted so deeply

Between us, keeping us whole.