I walk in the silence
of the floresta, the
quiet broken only by
the trill of a bird,
a rustle of grass as
something slithers
through.
I am at peace,
grateful for this time
of my life where I am
free to just be, to let
each moment unfold
as it will.
How wise are the
animals, butterflies and
flowers who live only in
the now, for indeed, it
is all there is, all else
is the illusion of our minds.
Icanbeatit 