always emerging now

straight off a red-eye and into the jungle.

while my family naps peacefully in the shade, I immerse myself in the hot breath of this tropical eden.

watching monkeys, our long armed brethren, swing across the treescape. the paddle-like leaves of which, many at least, have been shaped to lace by the hunger and freedom of the insects.

the heat has my skin pulsing, swelling almost, not yet sweating.

the song of the wild has fallen my ears open like rain catchers, caressing sounds that trickle down from the canopy and drip melodically on inside me.

my eyes scaling down to peer into the roots of leaning trees ripping from the reddish soil. leaving a lattice, a delicate underground matrix exposed, dangling, like chandeliers of mycelium and coils, to be further webbed into by the wondrous eight-leggeds.

in the distance beyond the murky yet pristine turquoise river, thunderous waves echo, propellor planes and motor boats whiz along.

one step at a time, I am called to the sea. moving myself not unlike a river, rock over rock over rock, pouring forth into.

I am left where nature often takes me, to the heart in the impeccable vastness of wonder, seeking no answer. meandering today about the sameness of soil and soul. about biodiversity and song. about the always emerging now.