Musing on spirituality .

[xunpredictablel]

You reach out and you touch me.
Your bittersweet tendency
leaves acid in my throat.

I find a kind of alter that
beckons to me,
through the forest, through the trees.
Its tenacity intrigues me.

I set out on a kind of curious mission
that leads me through the skeletons
with quivering leaves.
The giant limbs, the silent trees
all reaching to me.

I stumble through the darker forest that
frightens me with its creaking
sighs, reminding me that
the lurking predator, clumsy prey
pay no mind to human safety .

I cannot find the beckoning altar
that lay so provocatively in a
dreary clearing, single tree,
I beg the vision to revisit me
as I fall.

I am crumbled at the base of a
hill that whispers my name,
“nature is no fool, it plays no game.”

I am filled with a clenching fear.
But then I see a giant tree
with outstretched fingertips, bending to me.
I am unafraid as I stand,
and my toes do not touch the ground
in a moment so clear, so grand.

Importance reverberates from its bones to
mine. As I shiver, it drapes a
sense of security over my eyes,
and I sleep.

I dream of dancing nymphets, their
nakedness almost startling me until
I realize that I am naked as well.

They pull me to them, we dance around
the singing fire as the moon
fades beneath our glory,
our porcelain skins.

I can taste their lips on mine
as I awaken in the clearing,
the beckoning altar, glorious tree,
they whisper pretty melodies to me.

I grace the untouched with my
shaking palm,
I can feel them whimper beneath my fingertips.

“Tomorrow,” they whisper. I simply
knew - tomorrow brings my brethren
and lovestruck sighs towards the
mysterious beauty that is life, and
love, and creation.