Forest

I sit on my knees with my hands pushed into the soil, making my skin cold but my heart warm. Icy breeze cuts across my back; it picks up leaves on its course and embraces them in a fast waltz only to release them and they die alone. The remains of another days sunlight spills out from over the horizon, dwindling on the green hands of my cousins. Wet on my knees and love in my hands.

I am home.

The bright silence is deafening as it forces its bliss into my head. Tiny drops of heaven break the white and turn it grey, trickling into my mind where the bliss remains. It amplifies my heightened state and elevates me to a level of being that has a secret name. Only the wind and the trees know its glory, but in that moment I do too. As the sky falls upon my cheeks my soul breaks, and pours down with it.

I am home.

All around me life stirs. Stars waking and sun dying. Wind shaking and sky crying. Creatures smiling and flora nodding. I feel them with me, all things before me, all things become me. I am amongst a cosmic sect; I float in their ethereal abode. Only now may I wear their badge, and only now do I truly know. Only here in this moment am I pure, am I whole, am I tasting life, am I truly alive.

I am home.