I lay beneath a canopy of green
watching red birds flit branch to branch
bickering at one another as they fly by,
playing catch me if you can.
Higher above, in a sky so blue,
honking geese in migration
fly in precisional formation,
following their trusted leader.
Below, minute rusty-colored ants
march single file through verdant blades of grass
shadowing the consciousness of one another
as if walking in a trance.
All of these societies of life are existing
without a thought or care of me;
they are only mindful of one another.
It is here in the twilight hour
that I empty my mind of me and ponder
the beingness of the one another.
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