Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the light slips away
like a stealthy bandito
I wrap myself in a misty fog blanket
of peaceful contemplation
to write by the candlelight in my mind
dreamy from the day's hike
alive in the healing of the forest
simpatico from so many trails behind me....
even more ahead I hope

with any luck I'll go to sleep for good one day
on this trail...... one glorious day

wet brown oak leaves
and little baby pines will dance beside mossy rocks
no people will watch me....as usual
gorgeous well-maintained trails
good enough for the gray squirrel and red fox
actors in my own little disney movie.....
bulging roots make natural steps
up the hillside to the crest of my humble desires
arms swinging....legs churning.....heart working

mind happy.....lungs on fire
soul at peace.......is there really anything more ?

yes yes - in the zone, where there's no ego, just a small part of the Machine fullfilling its cosmic function

I'm sure I've written about the woods....hiking.....nature ....far more than any other topic.....but I can't stop...