Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered.
Through bleak plains and screeching drums,
Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development,
My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear view mirror.
My eyes are beset upon that elevation yonder
A small distance through a more acquainted settlement and I’ll arrive
In mountains they dwell now, all clustered together
A solemn forest bearing a sight of majesty
In exile from civilization, a bereavement not so hopeless after all.
Through winding roads I found them
A witness to a sight that’s unbearable in beauty
Inexpressible in the tongue I know, surpassing the capabilities of languages
Its benevolence too great to be captured in verse.
Words fall short, they are of no value here
They were not made by humans
They evade all lyrical justice
They will stand mute and mighty in defiance of any such meager attempt.
Born of nature, these forests are ethereal, silent spectators to change
They have given so much without the desire to be sung of
Yet, quietly, they fall victims to man’s temerity
They will not avenge their injustice with any presumed purpose.
I stray deeper into their home
The noise within my head fades with each forward step
My tired eyes open wide to absorb what I behold
The conversations between my senses subside, unable to comprehend this stimulus.
I see browns of many shades and an equal spectra of green
The symphony of nature in all its glory
The wind’s instrument conducts the symphony here
It’s no mortal hand.
The leaves rustle and sway as if in a ballet
The thunder rolls above my head urging the ground below my feet to vibrate in percussion
The grey clouds pass over, filtering the sunrays
It’s a kaleidoscope of the wild, a show that’s grander than all that money can buy.
I stand stripped of my identity in receptive obeisance
The rumble echoes away revealing a renewed silence
I can see it has settled upon the leaves
I can touch it on these coarse barks.
The rains fall unannounced yet in oblique expectancy
Another movement begins, stealing the silence like a seasoned thief
Swiftly cutting through the misty shroud like slanting silver arrows
I throw my head back to moisten my face.
From my feet rises the perfume the earth wears
The fragrance from her bosom fills my lungs, renewing my spirit
I walk on further into her womb
Its a trance I am in, my silence weaving itself into its beauty which surrounds me, binding us.
The clouds yet again sieve the sunlight like a prism
Bathing me in that golden light that pours from above
The glistening velvet greens in all its lustrous embellishment
The cool moist breeze lifts me off the ground.
My body is of this earth
My spirit is not
It is set afloat from my earthly being
As a feather from a bird that swiftly changed its flight course.
I’ll always be at home here
Amongst my mighty friends, my mother in the depths of nature
It saddens me that I’ll inevitably have to go back whence I came
Back to my earthly plot, my foster home.
To fulfill the demands of the role I will for myself forge
Pieces of me that time and tide shall purge
Of a son, a brother, a lover or a traitor
A thief, a seeker, a friend and a saviour.
Thence I will find out what shall become of me
A crack in a dream or the Ring of Fire in an eclipse?
In that, I will never sever my intangible umbilical cord with the eternal mother;
The source of all my nourishment…to carry on putting foot ahead of foot.