you almost you almost

rollings

it's almost like
it's all mixed up
the forest and the greens and the rain are all one
the visions are one
you're the thoughts
you and your breath, your voice
what is taking me
in solid wind
of train
I feel the roots plowing up from ground

circular when you lose the sense of this you gain
the one moment when presented with all the truth
like it rises up and fills all the spaces
remembering this full so much I
all most some almost few

here I know there is no other
what is true
there is no other

justam

I like this one!