No Such Number, No Such Zone

I came to these woods to work.
On the way I breathe, and write, and live.
I came to these trees for air.
A constricted chest needs only exhale.
I came to these birds
to hear all the innocent songs of spring.
I left my mind in the river to be washed.
I left my dreams on the mountain so they can stay high.
I left my heart in the fire for it to learn.
I left my needs with a fast so they can pray.
I left my tears in a cloud so they can be useful.
I left my desires in the desert so they become arid.

I came to these woods to work.
On the way I roar, and rest, and just be.
I came to this bench for shade.
Too much sun will leave you blistered.
I came to these plants
to understand patience and balance at the roots.
I started this path to find peace.
I started this path to find love.
I started this path to find truth.
I started this path to find compassion.
I started in fear.
I started in silence.
I started alone.
I found my way home.

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.