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Passage To Eternity




The virgin forest shyly hides
Behind a sheet of silken green,
Branches are leaning
Touching the ground,
As in a prayer

A pathway opens allowing me glimpses
At things unseen,
Long lost images behind
This passage to eternity
Where time does not exist

Gentle branches are shaping the wind’s music
Giving it new form,
Holding me captive with shimmers of light,
Leaving me breathless,
Standing still…

Peeking between the trees
The sun sets in golden hues
Of splendid glory,
Softly, silent thoughts
Are cascading from my lips

The forest undresses my soul
Layer by layer of secrets and memories,
Until I reveal myself
In this pure light,
Letting my heart reach out

With the softness of green
My spirit curves
Following the contours
Of this pristine, untouched world,
Gliding with ease among the trees

I pause and watch
The subtle ripples of soft shadows
Floating gracefully,
Gently encircling me…
A beautiful exile in this eternal moment

Perhaps with just a whisper
I sing a song,
The prayer nature taught me…
And like a child of the forest,
I run free









photography by Russ Sawdon
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