Saturday, 16 June 2007

In the woods

In the woods I breathe
the breath of life.

Emerged from the desert of the City
dying of thirst,

here my cells, blood, senses
And instantly the insanity
becomes reversed.

The heart of the rocky mountains we approach!
Here my life, no woman can poach.

Protected by the sleeping mountain giants (who are alive)
Here all things harmonious (of air, earth and water) thrive.

‘Cos in the woods
The complexity of thoughts
come undone.

Like watercolours submerged,
From the cleaned blank canvas
emerges the Son.

(Christ arise
as I believe you are:
A son of nature,
the elements,
the shepherd’s star)

For in the wilderness of man
Lurks many a peril!

Yet in the woods
Man’s insanity (all but the green glow of Mother/son spirit)
becomes sterile.

And just as impurities
are filtered
through the salmon’s gill;

In the woods ill-thought is filtered away,
restoring harmony & balance
- nature’s will.

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