The crisp, ripe apple of awakening
Cools the tip of the tongue
An effortless awareness of spreading flavor
The taste of life, as it is
Myriad golden waterfalls pierce the sun-drenched canopy
Pressing onward in their path, softly flowing
Like warm glycerin over cool skin
I’ve arrived in the wilderness, undisturbed
Dropping the self as an oblation to the beyond
I am the wilderness, and the wilderness is me
As it is – in all time and space – being
My flowers bloom in spring
My leaves fall in autumn
The vital sap flows and abides in the seasons
Firm oaks rise above, and fragile fungus thrives underfoot
Sun rises in east to rest in west, yet somnambulates throughout the night
Stars guide one north or lead one south, on a simple desire for left or right
Yet, without aid of dependable compass, love still beckons to be fathomed
One-sided love is unrequited
Two-sided love is mutually kindled, fanned and stoked
No-sided love is beyond love
Beyond love.
Beyond love is the love of wilderness.
And what now?
Consider the meaning of this.
Image credit: Wald im Naturpark Taunus (2014), Thelittlethings Love
Primitive Joe 
