all is inside, the forest, the sea, ...

all is inside,

the forest, the sea, the evening call of the crows, you, me.

we are made of empty space and a few sparkles of stardust.

but this space is not empty, it is space and filled with magic.

how can we walk and dance, so heavy, weighed down

with water and gravity. and this wonder, so much space inside to meet.

we are all a part and one and cannot be apart.

only thought makes all relative,

thought is centered on comparison and yesterday.  

thinking separates from experience,

it goes with words and therefore does create confusion.
thinking is an act of rebellion,  a way of being a warrior.

it makes us fall out of heaven.

we are not living in relativity,

we are not special and not ordinary,

we are who we are.

and here is the forest: