I sit in a wild, life all around me and sound.
I tumble into a timeless calling like a leaf falling
end over end, past where my time would bend
like the tree that bends over the path,
as I fall into a kind of timeless math.
This wild it seems is a place void of the pace
that dictates my every day, in here, in this wild,
it has somehow slipped away
and I continue falling into a timeless calling
feeling that what is here, in this wild,
in the leaf, in the ground, in the air, in the birds, in the tree,
is more than I can see, is more than me, yet, within me.