Finding Me
In the woods
sky above and ground below
feet on a dying tree.
Thirsty leaves drenched
in the wetness of the sky’s love.
Fingers trace a throbbing vein,
brown, green, and the space in between
filled with lines and letters
words and pictures-
characters of a film.
Breaths of time
Sighs of decay
in the moment
trapped…
between here and there.
Stillness between heartbeats
punctuating fleeting permanence.
Have I found the face of Life
Or the soul of Death?
namgay zam 
Beautiful…
I loved this. It reminds me of my own stabbing attempts at poetic clarity many years ago. The video is capturing in its simplicity and no-nonsense focus on nature and the subject (you?). Keep up the good work, Namgay.