I found it.
I found the secret.
The secret that i once held so tightly while running bare foot through the forest.
Along the way i must have stashed it between the trees and bushes while darting towards my made up castle.
It took 20 years to catch my breath.
Slowing coming to a stop, I lifted my head to see where I had ended up.
Only to find a kingdom, but not the one I had made.
No part of my mind could have ever created a beauty such as this.
But this was the secret.
The forgotten, familiar secret that left my hands empty.
Still short of breath, feet still aching, naked among the vines.
Without another thought, here is my entirety.
Clothe me in the leaves and branches that stand so tall above me.
The leaves and branches that fill my lungs with oxygen.
Just as the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stand up with the gifted chill, let the moss sprout from those very pores.
May my crown rise to the galaxies, just as the redwoods relentlessly reach for the clouds.
Pushing cold stones into my own 4th gift, mesmerized by the unknown reality.
My roots digging, growing, stretching, twisting to the bottoms of the soil.
These feet have caved to crave the texture of the deepest grounds.
Standing among the water of the tallest of falls.
Just like coming home.
There was no secret, the secret was home.
The home of a vagabond, once worn like badge of honor.
I want the wanderlust to ends, overwhelmed by the nurture.
The nurture of the forgotten mother.
A forgotten home.
This is home.
This is where it's always been.
Just as the fern never stopped growing beneath my skin, I return the gift with my complete being.
Swiftly married to the endless forest of pines.
I am the floor of the deepest ocean.
I am the cap of the highest mountains.
I am the rain that kisses your face.
I am the grass that grows beneath your bare feet while running through the forest.
I am clothed.
I am grounded.
I am whole.
This is where it has always been.
Stashed between the trees and bushes.
A forgotten home.
A secret kingdom.
This vagabond soul found that home hidden within the frame of my very own twig shaped bones.