23-02-2016 by Justin Rockett
What does it mean to Merge with Nature? As I hike up the mountain I meditate on this. I bare my nakedness
against the bark of an old but sturdy tree. The weathered trunk allows me to lean my weight into it. My skin is
greeted by the roughness of wisdom accumulated through time. The leaves above dance in the wind and my soul
rest gently listening listening. The tree will drop its leaves soon just as I will shed another layer of youth. Constant
change is an inherent part of life. I have risen and I will soon wither just as my teachers the grounded tree, the
expansive mountain, and all the creatures that play here.