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On the flat lands, Off home
On the flat lands, Off home
I glided stealthily thru' the pine forest, like a silent witness,
the trees not a whispered motion, nor a breathe uttered either,,
they knew i was there, when my spirit roams, it is then, the sylvan existence
turn to spread the human feeling wide and within.
Nature is the love to which i blindly surrender, take a bow, or simply
make my ritual prayers, and sip every heaven'e pure whiff, or go deeper into every plant,
every flying soul, or any firmly rooted grand mountain,,,,
On the lands that unfold in the distance, wrapped mystriously within
layered veils of mist, the vision goes straight at a fair level,
the line where the eyes rests on a calm horizon, as the lower parts and the higher ones
converge into the perfect focus.
From a spot of a romantic viewer, with a brush of mysticism and a touch of symbolism,
the landscape is not merely a streched out canvas to paint, or to write.or a carpet
on which prayeres are done, or even a metaphor about some etertnity of lines,
a never ending hereafter, but, as well, its the perfect harmony of the spirit with Mother Nature,
as the flesh finds its dust, and the spirit its air, wherin humnanity rebinds the links with Earth,
its original genesis source, and come into contact with Adam and Eve
before even the fall from Heavens would happen...,
I glided stealthily thru' the pine forest, like a silent witness,
the trees not a whispered motion, nor a breathe uttered either,,
they knew i was there, when my spirit roams, it is then, the sylvan existence
turn to spread the human feeling wide and within.
Nature is the love to which i blindly surrender, take a bow, or simply
make my ritual prayers, and sip every heaven'e pure whiff, or go deeper into every plant,
every flying soul, or any firmly rooted grand mountain,,,,
On the lands that unfold in the distance, wrapped mystriously within
layered veils of mist, the vision goes straight at a fair level,
the line where the eyes rests on a calm horizon, as the lower parts and the higher ones
converge into the perfect focus.
From a spot of a romantic viewer, with a brush of mysticism and a touch of symbolism,
the landscape is not merely a streched out canvas to paint, or to write.or a carpet
on which prayeres are done, or even a metaphor about some etertnity of lines,
a never ending hereafter, but, as well, its the perfect harmony of the spirit with Mother Nature,
as the flesh finds its dust, and the spirit its air, wherin humnanity rebinds the links with Earth,
its original genesis source, and come into contact with Adam and Eve
before even the fall from Heavens would happen...,
Published 6th Jan 2024
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6th Jan 2024 8:31pm
7th Jan 2024 10:25am
You shine with creation and feedback as well.
Nice to see you here as a bright guide and commenter.
Stay safe and happy.
Nice to see you here as a bright guide and commenter.
Stay safe and happy.
7th Jan 2024 11:03am
12th Jan 2024 6:44pm
Thanks for the recommendation. I could feel a lot of the narrator's emotions in this one. My favorite stanza is definitely the first. It also was like the description of wind passing through, unseen, but felt in the forest. Ubiquitous. The last line is chilling in a very spiritual way. Like watching creation happen from the ground.
12th Jan 2024 6:51pm
Thank you very much for your warm visit
it really was so refreshing and uplifting..
it really was so refreshing and uplifting..
