You find a path through the wood.
Let the branches and needles brush your arms.
Feel the scattered cones cracking beneath your feet.
Cool air fills your lungs with exquisite life and you realize that the things that used to scare you have changed since you looked away.
Maybe you've changed too.
Water rushes at your feet, clouds shift and sunlight warms your skin.
This is all that exists now.
This is all there ever was.
released June 21, 2017
Native American Flute: JP Eikam
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