The forest realizes your presence
As there is no separation
The trees pass your arrival from one to the next
A telegraph of sorts
More sophisticated than imagined
Your thoughts read and analyzed
Yet you speak no word
Your feelings expressed
On the wind around you
A tangle of scent and sign unseen
Unknown by you
But tagging you
As you are now a directional here
In the wilderness you have rediscovered for yourself
What has always been
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