Dating : The Forest of the Heart

Begs quite the wander…

Nature trails beckon us down secret ways,
past magical glens and into hidden chambers.

Each tree a miracle,
each dweller therein another facet of the Infinite in its jewel-like Presence.

Our individual footfalls silenced by the damp, we wander together, though seemingly apart.

What is the sound of a tree falling if there are none to listen?

What exists within this wood if there are none to pay attention?

If the particular only exists upon observation, why, then, this vastness?

Would the wave rather be the wave? Do particles tire of one another?

Being the wander, and the wave,
the forest and each of its wondrous inhabitants,
how is it that we fail to recognize each other?

Perhaps one day we will see the entire forest within each tree.

~ Namaste ~