Softly, wanderer, do not disturb this night, for in this perfect stillness lies the magic you seek. Sit by my fire and listen to the whisper of the grasses as they tell their secrets to the stars. Cannot you hear? Hush then, and listen.
Quieter still than the gossiping grasses is the snake who rides on silver belly, stalking the mouse so still. Silently slithers this serpent, wanderer, cannot you see? Watch then, and you too will become a part of this night.
Cannot you smell the smoke from our fire mingling with the loam and the scent of the trees so old they saw the birth of your ancestors? Breathe deeply and you shall find here the wisdom of the ages.
You are hungry, wanderer. Take you then from my satchel the products of this night: the honey, the apple, the corn. Eat them and feel the magic of this forest and field as it becomes you. Cannot you taste it? Savor these flavors, wanderer, for there is no better fare than this.
Reach beneath you, wanderer, and run the dirt through your fingers. Feel the life in this place, the pulse of the world as it sieves between your palms. Feel the course bark of the pine and the smooth cap of the mushroom. Cannot you sense it? Then think with the heart, wanderer, and leave the mind to another.
Go now, wanderer, sleep by another’s fire and share with him the magic I have shared. Perhaps one day, all shall know the symphony of silence and all shall feel the pulse of the world. For you and I, together, we have seen the forest as no other can. And that is the true gift of the night.
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