Sun Shot Forest
For as many times
I went walking
In the Sun Shot Forest,
As many times
I sensed the presence
Of Kundalini,
Always bumped
Into Meeleirrek
In that abstract wilderness
Of exploding color,
Where nothing was
As you thought it,
Where nothing was
As you saw it,
An ever changing reality
In the shadows and the light,
Always the urge
To set up camp
And never leave,
Always led back
To the edge
By images
You would never
Believe.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
Sun Shot Forest 1 © Sun Shot Forest 2 ©
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