Place of Peace
Do you know where to find me?
When I am lost inside the labyrinth
Of my own psyche
I can always be found in the woods
The fading sun’s golden light
Filtering through years of growth
Touching the moss
Illuminating the heavy, clean air.
I could wander here for an eternity
Finding peace and beauty.
Some may find solace
In the tumultuous sea
Where waves mimic
The tossing of their souls
And the brine can cleanse
The darkest, dankest parts
Of their minds and hearts.
I flourish in the musk of the forest
Barefoot and barehanded,
Touching and absorbing the earth.
Tip toe dancing on wet decaying leaves.
Lying beside the fallen rotten tree
That still holds so much life inside.
Wrapping my arms around it like a lover.
The trees are my companions.
They listen without judgement
Without asking for release
From the burden of my heavy heart.
I could wander here for an eternity.
Showering in the rain
Fed by the Mother
In the way lichen spreads on the rocks
Appearing random, growing on a whim
Finding rest in sturdy boughs
And comfort in tiny toadstools
Drawing strength from
Delicious decay and
Of the woods