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The forest would speak to me, but it knows not what to say, as it’s truth is too deep, too pained and intense. It loves me and leaves me, when I want it to stay. I am pale and lost without it’s soft touch, it’s caress might be death, it’s loss just as much. It is my muse, my meditation, my life and my strength. I would love to hate it, but it touches my core, like then, like now and before, it has opened my doors.
From the day I first saw it, I knew its true nature, what it was and that I would die by it’s beautiful hand. I fought it, I dodged it, found ways not to be there, in the hope I might never engage. Yet life has its course and its challenges to meet, and I found myself wondering deep in the woods, lost, without compassion or sleep. It tricked me to love it, then cut me down where I stood.
Now it teases and goads, and laughs at my pain. It is not malicious or callous, it has nothing to gain. It has tangled my roots and my tears pour like rain. I would beg it again and again to let me be free, but it is a cold mistress, and I am just one of its harvested souls. I would give it all that it wants, but it is in its nature to spurn fools once they love.
Yet a forest is a beautiful thing, it lies quiet all winter, then brings life in the spring. And when I am recycled, it will use me to grow. Yes, I am not only joined by the roots, it has taken my core. The forest is one with my soul and life can be empty when it will speak no more. It looks past me and through me, it just passes by. So I look into the pool and by its light I know, I am me no more, I am a part of the forest, for now and forever, I have broken my walls, opened my doors. I have heeded the call, I am one with the forest and will fight it no more..
PS - When the muse is upon me, I don't edit or polish, I just try to get the words in the right order as they occur. I think this is about how one might live according to rules and the expectations of others - forgetting to honor who we truly are.
From "The Book That Dreams"
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