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The Virgin Forest And the Wise Mind
The Virgin Forest And the Wise Mind
When Summer waves, i come into the sun, embrace her shine; and live within her blazing heat.When Summer comes, i open my hands wide to gather of the heat inside of me, and leave the cold to the next time to winter freeze.
It is a hush in the wild bush, as i come here every morning. Here is my shrine, my solace.Here is the place, i worship my own God, in my own ways, with my own quill; from the deep of my heart i can sense his omnipresence, feel his breath in every creature i see, even in the venomous snakes that slither into their holes, that bite and kill, i hear the sound of the mystical woods, as they whisper to heavens, as they stand motionless silent and obedient against cold and heat, such devotion such patience,things i never see down on earth, among the most devotees who throng into sacred places, claim a faked abstinence, an exaggerated compliance to God's law.................
But here, in the pine forest, religion is easily streaming, truthfully taking it's way without much ado, without masks and layers of clothed hearts.....................
Cicadas complaining, or praising, or may be feasting, a warm celebration, and goldfinch serenading a sad song to the dead Spring.
Then that girl in the age of my daughter, takes hold of my head and slowly, upon my heart, a thing to care for and write for and about, like being my personal ink..She has the face of a book character and the eyes of a forgotten sea, dried of its tears.full of fears, begging a hand to give a fast escape, before being a scapegoat to a hidden force. may be another sacrifice in a time of self indulgence...........
I love that little girl with her negative with her positive, fairly good and nicely behaving, making me reconsider the kind of romance i had before,,,, ""there are people who live with you, but not inside you, and there are people who live far from you but inside of you""
I left the pine forest, taking her fragrance with my words and her heart's beat inside of me..hoping to remain as green and patent as the mountain"s rocks and as streaming and lively and living as the trees, that still bear their green thoughts forever.........
When Summer waves, i come into the sun, embrace her shine; and live within her blazing heat.When Summer comes, i open my hands wide to gather of the heat inside of me, and leave the cold to the next time to winter freeze.
It is a hush in the wild bush, as i come here every morning. Here is my shrine, my solace.Here is the place, i worship my own God, in my own ways, with my own quill; from the deep of my heart i can sense his omnipresence, feel his breath in every creature i see, even in the venomous snakes that slither into their holes, that bite and kill, i hear the sound of the mystical woods, as they whisper to heavens, as they stand motionless silent and obedient against cold and heat, such devotion such patience,things i never see down on earth, among the most devotees who throng into sacred places, claim a faked abstinence, an exaggerated compliance to God's law.................
But here, in the pine forest, religion is easily streaming, truthfully taking it's way without much ado, without masks and layers of clothed hearts.....................
Cicadas complaining, or praising, or may be feasting, a warm celebration, and goldfinch serenading a sad song to the dead Spring.
Then that girl in the age of my daughter, takes hold of my head and slowly, upon my heart, a thing to care for and write for and about, like being my personal ink..She has the face of a book character and the eyes of a forgotten sea, dried of its tears.full of fears, begging a hand to give a fast escape, before being a scapegoat to a hidden force. may be another sacrifice in a time of self indulgence...........
I love that little girl with her negative with her positive, fairly good and nicely behaving, making me reconsider the kind of romance i had before,,,, ""there are people who live with you, but not inside you, and there are people who live far from you but inside of you""
I left the pine forest, taking her fragrance with my words and her heart's beat inside of me..hoping to remain as green and patent as the mountain"s rocks and as streaming and lively and living as the trees, that still bear their green thoughts forever.........
Published 21st Jul 2023
| Edited 29th Aug 2023
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- Edited 29th Dec 2023 8:45pm
29th Aug 2023 9:47pm
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29th Aug 2023 10:08pm
Faults are human, so to think am super poet is just heresy,
i salute the honest feedback you gave, and i am so happy you did it with professional tact...
i did not care about points, so i wrote it on the mountain where i often do my words, and make them surge with spontaneity..
i transported it raw onto this page to be read in its original birth without masks....
if i would adorn my words, then you can read other works..
sincerely yours, thanks for your feedback, its great there are still true poets who can straighten your curve...
i salute the honest feedback you gave, and i am so happy you did it with professional tact...
i did not care about points, so i wrote it on the mountain where i often do my words, and make them surge with spontaneity..
i transported it raw onto this page to be read in its original birth without masks....
if i would adorn my words, then you can read other works..
sincerely yours, thanks for your feedback, its great there are still true poets who can straighten your curve...
