TODAY

Taking a Walk

A boy battling these depressive thoughts, descend deeper into the tremors of nature and reality, taking a walk amidst this poetic journey.

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An hour north there is a home, a home in which I have grown. Behind the home there is a trail, a trail in which every wanderer’s curiosity shall prevail. As I walk the trail behind my home, I find a creek of which I had not known. As I search the creek behind my home, I find the creatures of a world unknown. The creatures I find are simple and few but their tale’s detail the stories of true. The world unknown is not one new, but one unfamiliar to me and you. The world unknown we have studied from afar and may have seen in a child’s jar. How can we come to know the stories of true, when we have not lived the lives of the simple and few? The frog, the tortoise, the fish, the snail, these are stories which nature details.

The world is breathing.

The sounds of nature speaking.

Carrying along.

As I journeyed into this world unknown, I met a frog who invited me to his home. Upon the lily pad he croaked and bellowed, about his life he spoke and echoed. He motioned to the water below, revealing his tadpoles as they grow. The wise frog in this world he had come to know, spoke of life’s birth, growth, and death beginning from each tadpole’s first breath. As we are ushered into the world, we swim along trying not to drown, we are born unaware of what’s around. As we grow, we start with our legs, but as we go, we learn to use our heads. These heads begin to fill with dread, as we learn of the end that comes ahead. The end ahead is not unique to me and you but is determined when we are born anew. The frog says that the generations of old can only guide the new as they swim through life, to help them along in this world of strife. The frog’s tadpoles relive the cycle, and he will continue to enlighten his disciples. 

Jumping and soaring.

Dots float in water below.

The future ahead.

As I journeyed on into this world unknown, I met a tortoise who showed me his home. As we walked along the creek’s bank, he paused for a moment and began to drink. This moment became moments and moments became minutes, so I began to ask when will you be finished? He ever so slowly raised his head almost as if he was about to be dead and said not worry about what moments lie ahead. It is not about when I am finished but it is about when my thirst will be diminished. Since our life started, we have been running a race, but never stop to think about the pace. We look forward to what is to come and look back on the times which we came from. We must pause and consider the now and enjoy the present in times we allow. For if we do not stop and breathe, what will we have when our lives have ceased. The tortoise taught that worrying about the past and future will fester like a disease, but a presence in the now will allow the worry to ease. He said to let go of what has and hasn’t happened so that the present life can be carefully examined. The tortoise then spoke of acting with care, so that we do not engage in something we cannot come to bear. He told of his life as old as the creek, his actions filled with strength not meant for the weak. He told of his life as slow as the stream, his face filled with joy, a radiant gleam. We continued down the now whimsical creek, appreciating the unknown now’s engaging mystique. 

Slow and steadily.

Racing, running, and walking.

The shine and shadow.

As I continued my journey into this world unknown, I met a fish as I swam through his home. He invited me below the water’s surface and began to explain the creek joyous circus. As we breached the water’s surface, we saw what was underneath, this interconnectedness that lied in the creek. The fish explained that the creek surrounds all we know, to see this truth you must simply look below. All that was in this world unknown, was not separate and alone. The creek carried all life, and it could do no wrong. The frog’s lily pad floated allowing him to croak a song. The creek ushered life into the world, as tadpoles swam along. It quenched thirst as the tortoise drank its gifts, which allowed for its life to be long. The creek was air to the fish and those below, as all these parts come together. To the creek they belong. Though separate these things act together, the creek carries their stories like a fallen feather. Through the cold winters, and the harsh weather, the creek brings all together. The fish explained there is much beyond the water’s blue hue, if you look past it you’ll see the stories of true. 

All come together.

The simple blue of water.

The stories of you.

As I continued my journey into the world unknown, I came across a snail who invited me into his home. My journey thus far was nothing normal, I was living what had felt like Aesop’s Fable. There was nothing inside that shell of his, no shoes, no shirt, no table. Just slime, foam, and this swirly little gable. I asked the snail to tell why there was nothing inside of his hallowed shell. He smiled, and laughed then encouraged me to yell inside of his desolate shell. I yelled but the only sound that returned was mine. He said to look within your body’s own confine. To learn to look deep within yourself will lead to an overabundance of wealth. In you is all you need to know, what you’ll need to learn and grow. To find the answers here within, you can truly allow for a new life to begin. There is nothing more you need in life, to escape your feelings of pain and strife. You have the answer to all which hurts, but to find the answer you must look inside first. 

You, me, her, and him.

We find the peace of peace’s.

Within all of us.

An hour north there is a home, a home in which I have grown. Behind the home there is a trail, a trail in which every wanderer’s curiosity shall prevail. As I walked the trail behind my home, I found a creek which I have come to know. As I searched the creek behind my home, I found the creatures of a world I know. The creatures I found were simple and few, but their tales detailed the stories of true. The world I came to know is not one new, but one which is unfamiliar to you. I have seen this world and that I know, for I lived it. It allowed me to be born anew. As I am born anew I walk the lands which I knew and see the world as brand new. How can you come to know the truth, when you have not lived the lives of the simple and few? The frog, the tortoise, the fish, the snail, these are truths which nature details.

The truths I have known.

The fewer and true stories.

See in all that is.