the flowers turn to me
as if i am the sun
and they watch me
as i float by at a run
full speed along the soft earthen path
springy with decayed leaves
and nothing there will feel my wrath
or fury following the path that weaves
i breathe hard along with  the trees
they breathe what i discharge and vice versa
we are one with the terra firma
they are rooted yet are they free like me
as i pass beneath their sheltering arms
yet can i truly be free in this dream like reality
with all its pains and all its charms
what are the sun and the moon and the stars
what are the memories that leave so many scars

is it possible that occurrences of deja vu are actually memories of exact moments that have happened to you before in past lives, or similar even similar moments from past lives, and that they have somehow broken through your subconscious or collective unconscious mind into your conscious mind?

The silver maple buds are emerging dark purple
Against the soft and playful purple sky
The soft purple grows into a deep blue and the moon shines
Lending its borrowed light to the landscape
The silver maple bark shines as does the remaining snow
My heart longs to be like the moon
I long for the eternal light of the moon
To shine upon my soul and give me peace--enlightenment

A wolf lets loose a melancholic howl in the forest
There is no answer
The moonlight cannot penetrate the spiky spruce canopy
Darkness is the only thing dwelling upon the forest floor
My heart dwells there too
I long for the eternal endurance of the wolf
To pour into my soul and lend me strength