Light Through the Woods
I have just tossed the stack of unpaid bills to the
far corner of my room,
Bundled up the junk mail for the Monday garbage
While the newspapers lie strewn unopened on the
I want to leave
the chains of the world behind me,
Pack up my knapsack
And journey up to see the light through the woods.
The woods are two hours on a bike,
Secluded in the rear rising plateau of the Morton
Where slender and tall oaks mingle with wild shrubs
The riotous brooks bubble over the moss covered
And the light dances through the enigmatic
Where the splendor of nature merges with the splendor
Here in the kingdom of the filtered light
Trees bend with fluid grace, leaves fall with solemn
Human footsteps are an intrusion in the music of
But the rustling of leaves with wind adds to the
music of silence.
Every movement is electric, every thought seems to be
burgeoning for the first time,
Every tree and every blade of grass seems unique,
every hue resplendent.
Walking through the leaf and flower decked path,
In the intertwined ribbon of light and shade,
With every tree trunk a knot in the green embroidery,
Each treetop aspiring to touch the infinite blue
Every wildflower a greeting to the journey ahead
The journey without a destination.
The hallowed tapestry of the woods unfolds with a
As one walks over myriad paths through the trees
undefined but yet leading forward,
One encounters light that is filtered bright but
Diffused, concaved, sanguine, multi-hued a fine
In effulgent opulence a latticed fabric creating
a maize of prisms -
A stream of vibrant crystal concatenations.
The trees reference the sheet of epileptic torrent of
light cascading through them
Earthly sentinels of the rushing infinite.
Each path in the woods appears leading to an unknown
Each falling leaf embraces you with tender and silent
The tree branches slice light multi-layered and the
sky blue sneaks edging them.
Talking breaks the echo of eternity, walking disturbs
the halo of infinity.
There is a heart of loneliness in the woods,
A womb forever pregnant.
Man feels melting into the scene a natural
The tapestry of the hallowed light beckons to an
The realm ahead appears enchanting and eternal,
While the world behind seems receding into
The light coming through the woods evokes a new
A dream of a new world, a vision of a new life.
It is a message of liberation and new meaning,
It asks for giving and not possession, being and not
Climbing up the Morton Mountains, wrapped in woods,
The heights permit a wide and a penetrating view of
the world below where man lives.
of grass has more wisdom than a library full of books,
A sunset is more rewarding than a weeks bull market on Wall St.
Where have we lost the mind in the matter, the spirit
in the process;
Where have we lost the miracle of nature, the life in
Man is trapped in the petty materialistic schemes of
While the light through the woods lies unexplored in
front of him.