Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The warm place

Inside this place
Away from the struggles of waking
There is a place where I can be

The light is warm
Filtered inside leaves
The old dead trees standing alongside
The young 
All growing together
No endings

A place to let thoughts rest

Let them rest
Let them become part of the light
Let the past become part of the dead leaves and earth
Let them nourish the roots of the trees

Standing quietly 

The warmth, the life of the forest
My sanctuary

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