There comes a time, every full moon or so,
When I crave the quiet trill of nature -
The private experience of melting my awareness into hers.
Like honey swirled through warm tea,
I slowly dissolve into her.

My mind stalls in time.
My heart swells with deep belonging.

Alone and untethered to the human world,
I can forget everything I have learned about myself
And remember everything I am.

For she is me,
And I am her.
She shows me who we are.