It shimmers in the mirrored lake
and flies past on a seagull's wing
It falls like tiny gentle stars of dew
then pours down in a torrential rain
Hand in hand, we walk through the forest
The world opens up into a cleared field
And then we see the invitation
and don't even know it.
I say this because I myself learned about this about a year ago with the help of some new friends. For the longest I assumed there was something wrong with me for not wanting the same things as everyone else, or for thinking outside of society's "normal...