Crusted layers of sweat and dirt lie upon me I descend in the valley of trees On the leathery soles of my feet To the residing force at the bottom of it. Soft moist moss tickles my toes The warmth of my breath Making me one with the truth And the eternity of my self In this world or another. Droplets of milk and honey Rising from below Milk as pure as water Honey the purest oil All beings are within. ©Bea Eschen