Being

I was laying in a hammock

naked and looking at the bluest sky

the breeze had invited the branches of a willow tree to dance

and they willingly said yes,

yes

nothing, no thoughts what-so-ever

were pinging between or around the nerves of my brain

and then I noticed it

in the nothingness I became a human

the way a tree is a tree

or a stone, a stone

in that moment I was a human being

just being

nowhere to go

nothing to accomplish

no plan to be planned

i was busy

very, very busy

being

a human 

just being