Entering the self
“Wisest is she who knows she does not know.”
― Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World
Image: Ryan McGinley
Entering the Self
A nymph outgrows the woods.
The water carelessly empties her within a field
Where majestic lush, velvet green grass caresses ankles.
Skin can only be experienced upon grass in fields such as this.
It seems one can only know grass so green by becoming green
rolling, pressing upon fields, grassy mounds
and grassy feathers
tickling contours, shapes
creating and diminishing
and creating
and diminishing
until only the sound of breath breathing
and grass whistling
and slight motions of curiousity
this nymph is a curious nymph indeed! having been enveloped by the body of the sea,
she finds grass a curiosity…wondering
how it might feel here,
or there
how it might tickle this cheek
and this breast
this nipple
and this piece of thigh
interesting indeed! she muses, as it brushes the soft lashes etched into her delicate
deer maiden eyes
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