Walking in the wilderness
Lost.. but never truly lost
Found.. but not in a way that points to as an address..
No real company other than the sounds of the birds and the rustling of the leaves..
The quiet movement of the trees
Cracking of the stones and the warm summer heat..
Alone with and as everything in the universe
And yet the occasional joyful company of some beloved human beings
Crazy enough to hang out with me
The Deep wildness of Spirit
Engulfed in darkness
A darkness so pure that no light can touch it
Dark and yet never beyond holding
I don’t know where I come from
And where am headed
I just know this tiny container known as me
In Love and Silence