a bird sings
high-pitch
chirps fluttering
blending with the bright, alive music
of the morning
slow
quiet times
like these
are built for you
when the wind eases her way
through the tangled branches
waking up each lazy leaf
and making her way
to you
brushing loose threads of hair
back from your face
in times like these
you forget who you are
or rather
you remember
who you are not
allowing the rising sun
to strip away the identities
this world has imposed
on you
timid rays of hazy light
begin to dance their way
across
the soft, blonde fuzz
littering your thighs
blending with the heat
and energy
of your skin
as you become vast
connected
allowing any feelings of separateness
to melt away
slowly dripping
like caramelized sap
off the stem of a freshly cut jackfruit
it's times like these
that wake and
remind you
of the infinite capacity and wisdom
living inside