Go outside.
Stand directly.
under a tall tree, with back and neck
pressed rough to the trunk.
Look straight up.
crane your neck back, kinda
"wig out"
once you get your eyes
focused freely.
Up, out and into
the wind-shifted patterns
of stiff-swayed branch,
and dry-fluttered leaf
come together and between
where the pierced bright blue bites, brilliant sky
seen in kaleidoscope through
one million shifting, contracting gaps
in a twinkling field of red, yellow, brown,
black blotched, edges blur,
hung on interlaced lines, traced in grays
and greens
bounding space, light, shadow,
blood, breath and steam
Ponder
the intricacies of nature
and the interconnectedness of things.
Close your eyes.
Clear your mind.
Say to yourself, out loud, three times:
"There's no place like home."
Open your eyes.
And
in the instant the light
floods back in
from red to white:
Hold the thought that is in your mind.
Turn it over
and contemplate it.
Walk forward, breathing in time
with your even steps.
Keep the thought you have held,
and continue
turning it over in your mind.
If you can, turn it over,
with your hands,
- as you walk.
Stop walking.
Turn back.
See the whole tree.
Regard the tree.
Witness the tree,
which even now
is eating the air that you breathed out,
while you stood beneath it,
breathing.
Look at the tree. Hold the thought
you have in your mind.
Hold the tree,
as well.
(optional step) Say something to the tree.
What you choose to say
is between you
and the tree.
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