Take me there… split all my thoughts, let them drain through the fields, wash the soil, feed the trees, turning everything as me.
I don’t know when, what or how will it happen but I know that in the future our world will surely be like this.
“A long long time ago, a seed vacillated the Heart of the Forest. The Dragon of the Forest descended from the moon. Confronted with the red breath of the Dragon of the Forest humans quivered. Confronted with the green tear of the Dragon of the Forest humans bowed.”
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Quiet places, with nobody around, an adventure only between me and nothingness, to return to the peace I lost during the day and find again the palace within me.
A POEM
WILDERNESS - by Ian McCallum
Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a pattern of soul where every tree, every bird and beast is a soul maker? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a moving feast of stars, footprints, scales and beginnings? Since when did we become afraid of the night and that only the bright stars count? Or that our moon is not a moon unless it is full? By whose command were the animals through groping fingers, one for each hand, reduced to the big and little five? Have we forgotten that every creature is within us carried by tides of Earthly blood and that we named them? Have we forgotten that wilderness is not a place, but a season and that we are in its final hour?