Moving through the unending forest
Where thoughts grow
I must watch where I step
Or trip and fall
Over the hidden roots
Of thoughts planted
Long before I became aware of the forest.
There are other ways to travel.
I could follow the trail of stillness
Until I take flight
To rise above it all.
The roots won’t get me,
But I must now watch out for branches.
2 thoughts on “Roots and Branches – Pt. I”
Those pesky branches!
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Yup. Can’t escape them. Even when we fly to the heavens, we must eventually rest somewhere.