Walking Barefoot Through The Forest

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forest-floor

Walking barefoot through the forest

Feeling earth beneath my feet

Sensing the softness of the mosses

the cold water from the creek

The rough serrated edges of the banksias dropped leaves

Form a variegated carpet with gum nuts, twigs, wind-scattered seeds.

Charcoal blackens out my footsteps

marking rock and moving soil

ants are following vibrations

Lizards runaway, recoil.

Birds watch on anticipating

A tasty meal worm or some grubs

That my clumsy human footprint

help unearth with every thud.

And in an instant I am it and it is me and we are one

walking barefoot in the forest

like we did when time began.

 

 

 

 

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