My intention,

When I remember to think about it,

My intention is

To know God.

A phrase that drips

With poisonous interpretations.

But, when I walk

For thirty minutes or so

Into a wood,

And the rhythmic padding

Of my boots on leaf mould

Soothes my thoughts,

And my mind clears,

Awareness seeps in 

To the space where

My busy mind held sway

And suddenly the trees become

My standing brothers

And the very air reverberates

With the joy of being.

Just being

Alive

In a wood.

Stillness is who I am

In that moment.

That is what I mean

When I say

My intention is 

To know God.