Pine Wood

 

Leaving the path

I walk into the woods.

Sit on a fallen branch 

within a circle of

pine trees, twigs, sticks, 

rotting wood, 

pine needles and 

fallen leaves,

layer upon layer,

composted.

A decay that 

nourishes these 

silent giants 

whose spongy 

trunks soar to

reach the light

high above.

There is shelter

from the wind,

but beneath 

the evergreen canopy,

the silence is total,

like death, yet 

it calls me

to listen,

to strive

for the

light.

 

Daydream

Image

 

 

Like string beads on wire,

a series of thoughts distract oneself from the present.

To the outer world, it may seem you are in a daydream,

but the wisdom of the heart,

in a fusion of warmth that brings to life one’s sleeping  soul,

finds itself in the depths of a wild wood of creativity and enlightenment,

and in the clear space of brilliance, science and love are the same thing,

brought together in the genius of God.