I want to unravel every thread of my apparel

Leave it in a tangled heap upon last Autumn's fallen leaves —
brown near black now and pungent from the rot
of several seasons' rainfall...

I want to stand tall in stark ****** as crickets hop over my feet
and ants crawl through the hairs on my toes

I want to curl my foot-fingers into the moss and
feel the earth beneath it as if in newfound love

Sit in blissful vulnerability
Lie in wondrous mystery and tranquility
Breathe and worship all the silences of the forest
all the silences of love