i have wandered these forests,
ancient redwoods enshrouding the foothills
rolling back from the great Pacific to the Sierras
this ancient range of the coast redwood
tallest trees on Earth. i walk a path well trodden
above Mill Creek water flowing to the estuary
turning around to head back to the trail-head marker
ferns and rocks protrude from the walls
sediment of time, written in the canyon walls
i ramble into a growth of California rhododendron
in full bloom, their flowers bursts of red and yellow
against the dark green leaves
here, i pause, enchanted by the consuming
majesty of this ancient place abounding in life
entirely indifferent to my passing, enduring
and, once again, i am able to return to nothingness,
suffering comes from the desire to exist, and, i remember
that there is a path that leads to the end of suffering
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
i have wandered these forests,
ancient redwoods enshrouding the foothills
rolling back from the great Pacific to the Sierras
this ancient range of the coast redwood
tallest trees on Earth. i walk a path well trodden
above Mill Creek water flowing to the estuary
turning around to head back to the trail-head marker
ferns and rocks protrude from the walls
sediment of time, written in the canyon walls
i ramble into a growth of California rhododendron
in full bloom, their flowers bursts of red and yellow
against the dark green leaves
here, i pause, enchanted by the consuming
majesty of this ancient place abounding in life
entirely indifferent to my passing, enduring
and, once again, i am able to return to nothingness,
suffering comes from the desire to exist, and, i remember
that there is a path that leads to the end of suffering
