Perhaps I am becoming a part of these woods.
My words it’s voice.
My heartbeat in sync with its.
Is a strange place to be for sure.
I hear the chatterings of its birds.
Do you think they know each other’s call?
The caw of the crow answered by the tweak of the jay.
And improvision.  call and response.
It seems it is just so.
And I have lived here in my heart.
Been here all along.
A shadow thing
With its silent song.
Yearning.
Watching. Waiting. Being watched.
Not always sure I belonged 
But awkwardly I’ll come along.
A window to a secret place
Where time unwinds and does erase.
In a wonder undoes space.
I am here now
And yet I am not.
A part of its web
This fragile thread.
A part and yet apart.
It is enough to not understand.
Lay down be absolved 
Of all the things and paths of past,
Lay down and be dissolved.
Enough to be here
connected to thee there.