In the Forest

Going into the forest
When you face massive things
You know how hard things
Can also be soft
When you go into the forest
And you come face to face
With such tiny things
You know how the ground
Can leap up at you
You know how puddles
Contain universes
And you see trees
Growing in cracks
You learn how to love
and appreciate without
Owning a damn thing.

I’m sitting here taking slow, deep breaths, following the course of in and out, taking my breath as object of concentration, arousing concern, when it hits me, that I am my breath, a constant flux of in and out, so long as I am capable of sustaining this discovery and scrutiny.