I’ve been lost in a bamboo forest
Surrounded by tall spears of silence
Inhaling my voice
Quiet’s handprint left upon my chest
I’ve descended through cloud forests
Carving through hazy white shrouds
Below, unseen and unknown
Ears becoming my eyes, seeing more then, then on clearest of days
I’ve walked among giant sequoia trees
Safety under their looming shadows
Branches reaching out, scooping me up into an embrace
Hymns of wisdom slowly rising among their choir
Nature’s silence
Beauty’s peace
Listening, growing, living
A time to become
Originally posted October 2, 2015