07/30/2024
The Old Forest Trail
She comes with the morning sun
Beckoning to my heart with her arms,
“O Come, come walk with me,
down this old forest trail.”
Leaving behind the warm sunshine
we venture into the forest
following a well-worn path.
A small stream gurgles,
singing beside us,
bordered by mossy rocks and flowering herbs.
As we walk,
without a thought, she turns away
running off, chasing a deeper green.
My last driving thoughts
fall off me like dead leaves
that have long lost their way,
somewhere along the path,
like an Autumn of yesterday.
I pause to breathe a deep sigh of release
Drinking deep, the crisp mountain air.
The stillness captures my attention
with the smells the forest,
feeling the earth beneath your feet,
stirring like some quickening wildness
of spirit.
Time itself begins to dissolve
breaking open,
into some larger place
a larger grace,
sinking into an endless story
into the forest earth
opening up the whole world around us.
You get a sense of presence
in that quiet stillness,
seeping into you,
drawing you
into a quiet belonging
that whispers freedom
like a healing green flowing
into your weary soul.
The winds whisper into your ears
rustling through the trees
as splintered sunlight catches your eyes.
The brisk winds cascade through the swaying forest
Calling your heart out
upward through the trees
up to where
the white billowing clouds
sail across a bluebird sky.
The smells of old trees,
growing green in the fresh living earth,
fills your heart with a yearning
vaguely familiar,
like some ancient memory
awakening in your heart
deepening the quiet rhythm
of breath and being.
The songs of a distant waterfall
weaves its way through the trees
Calling you out into this vast mystery
whispering like the echoes of Eden
Opening our hearts in song.
As the sun begins to turn
There’s the echo of a whip-o-will
singing across the valley
Like a lullaby of peace
The fireflies begin their evening rise
like lanterns dancing in the trees.
Here is where Wisdom walks
on a peaceful summer’s evening,
As the sun shadows run
Down an old forest trail.
~ Bob Holmes