Meditation
I stood in the midst of gracious woods
Intrigued by silence and awesome sound;
Captured by darkness and strands of light,
My soul is absorbed and held spellbound.
Oh glorious humble stalwart trees--
Generous, kindly, nourishing trees,
Your presence inspires great reverence,
In each one who thorough this wood proceeds.
Leaves, dried and fragrant beneath my step,
Crunch, crackle and croak in euphony--
Simple language, delighting my soul
Like strains of a treasured symphony. |
A waterfall sings, the birds compete;
The breeze: a delicate harmony,
Maneuvering boldly though the trees,
Communes as if by telepathy.
The flowers bloom, some hide in the shade,
And berries dance on a limber bush;
A deer peers out from behind a tree,
Then runs headlong for the underbrush.
A spider disputes the web she wove;
Ingesting the strands, she weaves anew;
Noble is she in doing that which
Only her like is equipped to do.
Heaven and earth unite in this wood;
Wisdom enfolds it in her embrace,
Making its creatures charming and good,
Beautiful and abounding in grace.
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