It is peaceful here
The soft ground littered with pine needles
The pines reaching up into the darkened glade
Foreboding,
until you enter
And it seems that you are swallowed alive by it
In its entirety you are consumed
Until your are part of it
Until you swell from the earth,
Snaking like a living thing
Stretching off into the canopy
Indistinguishable,
yet all at once--
everywhere.
Everything that is seen in a fleeting glimpse
But there is still that which evades you
Exists within what you cannot see or understand
Within uncompleted concepts,
invisible molds into which pours life.
The gentle sun,
settling down like a mist upon the leaves
Filtering down
As if the air itself was aflame by its' light
And falling as ashes to the forest floor
Lit up in a momentary brilliance
Before they drift out of the light and are lost
Simplistic almost in the pleasure it affords.
How time seems slowed by the density of the undergrowth
To fall into a slumber,
lulled by the abrupt halt of concept.
Time who also seems momentarily distracted by the sight
Slows its walk,
stops and settles to the ground,
Eyes open in wonderment.
Life abounds
and in its abrupt halt in time,
it defies time and finds an end to itself
That which I have so unwillingly wandered into,
and am so reluctant to depart.
So I will sit and wait
until I too have drifted outside of time.
Sitting in this lovely glade.
