• Rhea Rayidi

SOLIVAGANT

Updated: Feb 2

Oh, for my soul to glide around the verdant blanket

of moss, sweeping the forest floors and the trees

swaying towards the cynosure of the path, creating

a watchful grandfather’s gaze, only giving way to

the warm embrace of the Komorebi*—


For my mind to cascade with the gentle fissle of

the leaves; thoughts, undulating from the confines

of a social construct, blooming into dainty

bunches of daisies—


And my heart, beating at ease with the sweet

warbling of the songbirds, soothing my manner like

that of chamomile on a rainy afternoon and a

grandmother’s comforting words—

Is this too much for one to wish for?

* Komorebi: (n.) (Japanese); the interplay between light and leaves when sunlight shines through trees

14 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

LONE