The moon through the trees is calling me, it always has, it always does. the wind in the trees is calling me, it always has, it always does. the sun, my sign, burns me. I need forever to be wary. the birds in the early morning signal life is a new, the peepers, the crickets at night, they do too. perception guides my feelings, until at long last, I realize that my feelings are mind. perception is mind. calling is mind. everything is relative and depends upon the mind and it's projections and interpretations.