Real

Real

Where do I begin—

And where do I end?

The flowers that once

Grew beneath the apple tree

Now blossom beyond my fingertips,

Extending into the reaches of natural

Lands I tread on each day.

The lines of myself blur as

I sink back into the Earth below,

Where the electric light of each

Living being flows past me,

Condensing in my chest, and expanding

Out with the influence of love,

And I fall into the limitless glow.

A pattern forms all around

Dancing with the beating of a million

Hearts.

Beyond expression the mind elevates

Into another plane, another view

Of Life.

Where do I begin—

And where do I end

When my lines fail to form,

And I am dispersed into the night.