Walking the forest thru a sea of understanding was all I really needed so that rest might come. The air was thick and the love thicker. I followed you down the garden path as you seemed to know where you were going. Our heads bowed searching the forest floor like elephant trunks searching for water. Before our travels we smoked and talked and made deep sounds from a bamboo shoot and prayed and hoped all would be well. Then the envelope was unsealed and the channels of hope became real. The extraordinary mushroom sea swayed to our inhale and swayed to our exhale. We collected with tenderness and laughed with impunity. We were forest gnomes hoping for rain as water made us clearer. That air with you saved me; kept me from being devoured by the petty thief of sorrow. I knew nothing and felt everything but managed to keep my interiors clean and those little feet healthy and happy as best I could. I never expected to retreat nor could I enter and she knew it. She did what I wanted even if I didn’t ask and I realized I knew what I was doing. She honoured me and made me pay and then the fun began in a way that payment was real. I’ll never forget that air with you following you to somewhere as you seemed to know where you were going. I’ll never forget that air with you following you to somewhere as you seemed to know where you were going.