The undergrowth can steal you

Patterns form within the fruit and nuts of the roadside forest.
Even the leaves hold esoteric secrets within their positions.
Patterns that bind everything together that represent an overpowering pull.
Bringing your mind into the abundance.
Into where the seed germinates.
The tiny
The mega
Interlacing
Moving in and out
Breathing, speaking to and eating you up
Until you circulate within its own mysterious movements.
Until you are nothing but a small nut on the tree growing and being fed by the revolutions of it's own life cycle
Once Inside there is no shape that you will not assume there is no direction in which you will not go
Existence within the undergrowth so rich that your senses evolve as if separate entities
Folding in and folding out you move as a falling leaf, as a tree gum syrup and as a flower opening simultaneously
All patterns commanding you
Your eyes recognizing the very living atoms to the matted fronds and interwoven leaves
Its here that you romance with God trading pieces of yourself for pieces of it
Its here that you recognize the angelic currency of existence, the one forbidden to city dwellers eyes and hearts
Its here that you are kidnapped blessedly and given refreshments for the worn and overheated strings that tie your body to your soul, the way the undergrowth ties itself to the soil.