A pine is fine,
When you listen to the quiet
Of woods,
You keep trace of your thoughts
In a Northern version of meditation.
Just as you expect nothing,
The ego is your enemy,
The ego is your friend.
You turn into a warrior of silence,
A goddess of endless emerald woods.
Three hours, four hours
Without a phone,
With birds crossing
Borders of your consciousness...
A pine is fine,
And acute self-awareness
Is dark green.
Birds keep singing,
You delve deeper, deeper in the past.
Nothing but you and the woods.
Scary silence,
Romantic silence,
Sincere silence,
Cold silence,
Lonely silence,
The absence of names and facts,
You don't give up on people,
You keep inhaling nature,
Its light and darkness.
A pine is fine,
Are you?
*Devoted to pagan spirituality and beautiful European woods.
A pine
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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