It’s through experiences,
positive and negative,
that we feel most deeply;
and through these experiences
that we truly live. They shape our worldview– what we see, how we
perceive it, how we remember
and re-live it.
Experience is the scent
that dances in the air,
the emptiness of space
after your favorite face
disappears, the trail of darkness
left in the water.
I’m a haunter of the woods,
loving it less for its beauty
more for the solitude.
Telling you, “I love you,” is like cutting down trees,
cutting down trees to house insightful pages for no one to read.
I’d rather keep things as they are:
an occasional experience.
Ecstatic expressions of our inner turmoil.
We come together for a spontaneous journey.
Blinded by the lust, we’ve
left ourselves behind for a time.
Guided by the spirit of the landscape and bare instinct.
Along the course we share in
each other’s pleasure, contributing selflessly to the cause.
Cloud walkers, so high above it all.
Inebriated by the taste of bliss in the absence of thoughts.
Deconstruct to reconstruct, we become one,
seeing the common as strange, the wild as familiar.
Taking what is known and knowing it differently.
I won’t say “I love you,” but as rain and night fall on my body,
it’s you I want beside me.