walking by the lake on the first of october

golden light on golden leaves

refracted in water i can see straight through

have i ever been as pure or as golden as this place

is my soul as clean as the places i feel so connected to

do i seek out these places because something deep inside me feels known by them

or, do i walk here for hours because

i want,

deeply,

to become more like them

if my mind had half the clarity of this little lake,

i would sleep soundly