In the heart of the jungle
past the thick and murky swamps,
through the mist and the unending rain
lies a place that will leave you
never the same.
It is a silent place,
quite and tranquil
wisdom radiates
from mossy green gates.
Cool waters babble softly to one another.
Silent meadows bask in the shade.
Golden light cascades
from on high
a mysterious deepness
written in the sky.
The stillness of the wood
written on the faces
of the jungle.
Nothing stirs
nothing moves.
Life is frozen,
paused in a eternal embrace.
Locked in sweet paralysis
drowning in the serenity that surrounds.
In the stillness of the wood
that is where you will find
me.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
In the heart of the jungle
past the thick and murky swamps,
through the mist and the unending rain
lies a place that will leave you
never the same.
It is a silent place,
quite and tranquil
wisdom radiates
from mossy green gates.
Cool waters babble softly to one another.
Silent meadows bask in the shade.
Golden light cascades
from on high
a mysterious deepness
written in the sky.
The stillness of the wood
written on the faces
of the jungle.
Nothing stirs
nothing moves.
Life is frozen,
paused in a eternal embrace.
Locked in sweet paralysis
drowning in the serenity that surrounds.
In the stillness of the wood
that is where you will find
me.
