My soulbase

Without any plan or purpose
something lead me in to this place
where single leaf of blueberry was hanging on its twig
like holding on to life.
Sound of raven above the top of spruces
sounds like warning of death.
Delicate scent of damp moss
Sound of wind above...silence
Death is there, but so is life...strongly everywhere.
I lay on the blanket of moss and...
I listen...and listen...and listen...
Meaning of everyday life lost its purpose
Time doesn't matter
All I need is here and now
My soulbase