Posted on March 1, 2010 - by Rasham

Everything Reminds Me Of You

I went for a walk in the forest today.

 I’ve walked many forest floors but never in this skin, never as I am today. I could say that something is different but I know the only difference is me. I understand clearly that I have nothing to give. Nothing that I could ever possibly do would benefit the forest more than my absence. This is an invitation, of course, to dance.

I danced. I imagined each tree as unique and engaged them as such. I touched the skin of these woody giants and felt forgiveness. I fantasized relationships and moved as I felt the tree would have led a human in a waltz. I laughed. I cried.

I was on my knees in the forest today. I played my part in the forest today. I was human where I stood and content as I slipped into the place where I belonged.

I have returned from a walk in the forest. Impermanence is revealed like a lightning bolt thrown from the hand of God and I’m gone in a moment. I burn myself as I thought I was and I become someone new. I surrender to the order of things, like rapid water reclines into stillness in becoming the sea. It is the center of time, a place where hungry scissors can have their way and nobody gets burned by the blades of confinement because limits have no value in the land of the free. Separate from my name, gather new ones and redefine the meaning of myself. I swat the switch to change my mind; this is the only control I can call my own.

“Do epic episodes of eccentric energies ever end? Or do they forever exist in everlasting imprints of extended tentacles?” I asked with diminished pride.

“Hold on to yourself while the ether flows around; wait: accept it, you’ll waste yourself fighting, just sink in and soak it up; flower from bud before wilting; you will have your moment and it is this life; stay open and exposed and love will find you in unexpected ways”, says the man called Mudpie.

 These lyrics that played while our tentacles interlaced serve now to ease the pleasure of hating you most wonderfully; ‘its just the way, that it is, nothing more, nothing less…’.

And so I wander back into my own skin, reclining into my easy chair, channeling melodies in city spaces and throwing off the challenge with a smile and a shrug.