Between the bonneting trees I weave:
mindless,
mindful, meandering.
Some distant elder holds the fog-netting;
I am caught
in the strange liberty of ignorance.
Trails compelled by motion too subtle to see
weltering off
in every direction possible,
into purple oblivion,
lead me further past the caution
I equipped
on my sash at the entrance to woodland glade.
What is past the white-green sentry?
sword-and-scabbard-dulled,
a warrior's query.
Along the russet boundary,
my hope burgeoning,
I found the fountainhead's heart.
Sink me into worn grooves—
past all flaws.
Lock me into gates of light
to be healed
through spirit-thrumming sync
in surreal locale.
The arrhythmia of temp'ral wings
banished by ordinary ecstasy
traces me in its disjunct shadow.
In the pastel intersection of forms
I am liberated
from the extremes that stalk me.
I am blurred
into mindfullessness
by bonneting trees.
Mindless,
I am caught—
weltering off into purple oblivion.
I equipped, sword-and-scabbard-dulled,
my hope burgeoning past all flaws to be healed
in surreal locale brought forth by divine will,
now banished by ordinary ecstasy,
I am liberated
Into mindfullessness.
