When you wander through a forest two journeys are made.
One is taken by your feet as you walk less trodden paths.
Existing in the now, lost in nature, experiencing the world around,
it’s sights, smells and sound gently caresses your senses,
and for a while at least it’s not the destination but the journey.
The second is taken by the soul as it create paths that do not exist.
Existing in between moments, creating connections between the world and thoughts.
Senses, feelings and memories become one in a place that is no place,
and for a while at least the destination is the journey.
When you wander through a forest two halves of a person are made whole.