I step into the forest -
hallowed ground.
Silence enfolds me,
a mossy blanket of belonging.
I sit at the foot
of this old tree.
Venerable Ancient One,
breathe your peace on me.
hallowed ground.
Silence enfolds me,
a mossy blanket of belonging.
I sit at the foot
of this old tree.
Venerable Ancient One,
breathe your peace on me.
The path of silence
calls me
into a world of green.
When I am still,
among the trees,
I feel
I'm wholly seen.
calls me
into a world of green.
When I am still,
among the trees,
I feel
I'm wholly seen.
What a wonderful experience you have described. I am sure the trees know your name!
ReplyDeleteI completely love this Poem. I read it over twice - it brought me some peace. I will head out to the woods today...soon.
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