The Forest

Posted on 29/4/2007 at 6:37 PM in Poetry - Post Comment

THE FOREST

I stand in the sweet silent forest of my mind

I listen to the ghosts of dreams in the breezes

I feel the flutter of desires in a butterfly wing

I watch the babble of voices in the trickling brook

I drown the chaos of ideologies in birdsong.

I love this quiet place

Here in my mind.

All the beautiful things

Seen and done in life

Shine like the soft sun of daybreak

Through the treetops.

All the tiresome fears of living

Become unnecessary

Beyond mattering.

In this quiet green silence

I can try to see myself as I am.

29.04.07

Reflective explorations.

Posted by George on 26/5/2007 at 11:17 PM - Link

I llike this contemplative vision. Finding this quiet forest is not easy in the world of today, but it is necessary if we want to retain our sanity. Very good

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Posted by Isobelle on 28/5/2007 at 1:17 AM - Link

Thank you George!