There’s something about these woods. This forest. It is a portal to possibilities. To the liquid potential of other times, secret, and distinct galaxies. I track the scent like a fox, and the fragrance leads me to something wild and ancient and true, something that predates biblical times.
It reeks of magic. Of this I am sure.
The emerald ivy-trimmed edges are filled with nymphs and fairies that stare at me.
And they tell me, when you walk through the green, frosty trail that dazzles like a thousand diamonds in the sunlight---you enter into timelessness.
A space away from time.
Away from busy. Away from the rushing, jolting, vibrating thing we call life. Away from the lies we cash in on, to stay alive. Away from the masks. Away from tv. Away from trying. Away from buying and selling and needing to be better than our neighbor, or endlessly comparing ourselves to our best friend.
Away, away, away---
From all of that
And yet, intimately closer to your Self
Maybe you feel your own lips brush against the cheeks of the forest
As you lay
In a warm patch of sunlight
Like a deer
And time ceases
This fragmented, overflowing life ceases
And it becomes something different altogether
Not a numbed count of minutes or hours
Not a countdown of any kind...
Not a destination. Not a stop. Not going anywhere.
Just a long-winded, sweet communication with your Self
Just a smattering of wholeness
Just being woven into the gauzy spider web of everything
Just the balsamic smell of the ancient pine trees
Just the rustling of the dry leaves and the squirrels scurrying through
Just the old, decaying branches and thick ivy vines pumping delicately through your bloodstream.
And it is so enough.
It is more enough than anything.
It is everything.
This, what is buried here in these woods
In this enchanted grove
This is what our being craves---
It is what that empty, aching craving inside calls out for
When we reach for everything but our Selves.
It is the re-filling, the exapnding, the opening up in a whole, sweet, new way
It feeling the soft palms of our Mother
And being fed with her green truths.
This re-connection with what is natural:
What flows, what speaks, what sparks, gurgles, what stands still, what it means to just be
The way trees are
Not concerned with what the time is
Or where they have to be
It's the way life becomes less fragmented, and more continuous, like the cycles of seasons themselves
My eyes renew, and become more like two big, dazzled hearts.
So I sit in awe
In this forest
For what is probably a long time.
I let the lively birdsongs work me into a light trance
And I go further away from distraction. Away from stoplights. Away from advertisements. Away from trying. Away from the seemingly endless pace of frightening exhaustion.
I go away
From all the things
That take me away
From my Self
And sometimes, it is hard, awkward, to sit with our Selves
But it is so enriching
So incredibly sweet.
The awkwardness fades, as nature holds me.
I don’t need much
Mist like fog comes
And covers me
In the breath of God
I stop my fidgeting, restless place
And I let God
Which is the same thing
Drip, drip, drip
Like dew in the unfiltered morning light.
I collect drop after drop
With the mouth of my soul.
This fine nectar lands on my spirit's tongue
And I just tingle, cracked open
In these moments, I feel holy.
I feel so human.
And it is not serious, it is playful, laughing, joyous.
And I am not special, this is for the taking for us all.
I do nothing.
And it is more enough that anything ever has been.
It is everything.
I leave this enchanted thicket
Not the same
Imprinted with this knowing-how
To drink in the immense stillness
That is at the truth-core
Photo: Michael Depetris, Unsplash.