#wilderness
He roamed the rolling foothills
that tell you where you belong
Leading to the wildwood edges
beyond shadows cast at dawn
Beneath the treetop scaffolds
dappled sunlight shines upon
Uncovering a well trodden footpath
a feral silence calls you down
Crossroads shaped by claws on paws
and cloven hoof, every piece
of trodden puzzle fits perfectly
in a sacred tapestry life bequeathed
No need leaving traces of another
world, to mark a labyrinth unknown
Disturbing unfettered secret places —
no other intruding footprints belong
A gentle wind caresses
every unspoken thought
from a pensive voice within
Where every intimate touch
of verdant greenery, assuages your soul
with a mystic sleight of hand
It’s a journey of heart & soul
to a peaceful secluded solitude
Captured moments woven
into the sounds of silent psalms —
where light is just a subtle difference
shimmering between the leaves
June 16, 2024 🌙
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 11:06 AM UTC
Watching quietly
from nearby stump,
bushtits, flit, at the edge
of the wood,
scattering if a leaf moves,
like precious feathered
fragments of light ~
“one” of many
tiny feathered dancers,
all look the same,
to those who never look,
to see beyond a name
all skittish of a giant’s
human kindnesses,
not all that different
than a large “one” feeling
insignificant and small…
hearing a bashful chatter,
whispering wonderments,
flocked together
“one” for all —
all for a greater good
sadly, the giant “one”
at the edge of the wood,
is the only lonely heart —
even the smallest
precious hearts know,
all need someone
to love and behold;
bestowing purpose,
as every humble
breath unfolds,
a need to just be,
a need to belong,
something to be,
more than “one” —
—the edge of the wood
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:48 AM UTC
I was lost in
The woods
From my
Own thoughts
On the origins of
God
Each ****
Even the branches
Of mighty Oaks,
Entangled me further
Into confusion
My
Journalistic
tendencies
Proved anticlimactic
Wrapped up in
The who what
Where When
And why
Led me to
No answers
I finally surrendered,
Left my logic
In the woods,
And found God
For the thousandth
Time
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC
Flowed, the stillness,
Flamed, the sinfulness,
Engulfed, the holiness,
Edged, the tenderness,
Lulled, the illness
Leaned, the lightness
Surged, the doubtlessness,
Sparkled, the wilderness,
Colored, the coldness,
Collided, the casualness,
Tamed, the loneliness,
Torched, the goodness,
Dumped, the steadiness,
Drifted, the faintness,
Bloomed, the apartness,
Burned, the angleness,
had I housed pieces of music
of salvation in depth
of constellation in paradise.
of darkness, of thee.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
Into the wilderness—
With no trace of humanity.
Lies a world so peaceful,
Totally unaware of reality.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race.
Hands morph to splintered wood, eyebrows deftly freeze,
And yet the brochure promised we’d do this trek with ease.
Soldier on, embrace the frigid grind,
Pray aloud that inner fortitude to find,
Not a sound outside our laden breath,
Every move made with fractured hapless stealth.
But coupled to the cold a streaming sweat,
A larger wager would I not have surely bet,
That a saunter on the glistening Arctic Tundra
Would at most develop the art of soothing Mantra.
Then a booming voice disturbs this quiet introspection,
As the guide engages in frantic group inspection,
His walkie talkie comes suddenly to life,
Stern commands soon wailing shrill with strife.
Bears ahead with teenage cubs in tow,
Keep down, stay low,
Curb the chatter, pretend you’re but a stone,
Form a line, don’t venture out alone;
Rifle’s cocked, don't turn around,
Polar bears don't run - they bound.
Now move backwards, avoid their steely gaze,
Take full advantage of this soaring Polar haze.
Maybe minutes, but seemingly an age,
As we shuffle blindly stage by stumbling stage;
Our Dunkirk - the waiting rubber boats,
Ecstatic for anything that somehow runs and floats.
Back to the ship, sodden and quite sore,
Not to mention frozen to the epicenter of our core,
We huddle around cups of steaming tea,
Sharing stories of all we had to fear and see.
You may well ask, was this the fateful end,
Did we to natures will forlornly yield and bend?
It's true the thought did rather cross our minds,
Fearful of more unscripted scrapes and woeful binds,
However, a good sleep and liquid strength galore,
Did somewhat mollify that sorry shameful score.
For as dawn broke early the next day,
To a person did we in seeming chorus say:
Off we trudge as more adventure waits,
To experience all that Nature's majesty creates,
Our only thought one of craving more,
And so we went, still frozen to our core.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
Wilderness seasons
There was a time,
Not too long ago,
When I was lost;
No roots, no fruit,
Wandering and shallow.
Further along, I acknowledge,
The riches taught
During that wilderness season:
Plant myself wisely,
And let true wisdom mellow.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 1:59 PM UTC
The wind hums low, the rivers sing,
The flowers bow, the branches swing.
The sky, a canvas brushed with light,
A masterpiece both bold and bright.
The rolling hills, the ocean’s breath,
The whispers held in silent depth.
Oh, how the world forever sways—
A song of life in endless praise.
Beneath the stars, beneath the trees,
A quiet peace, a flowing ease.
The earth hums soft, a lullaby,
A love that never says goodbye.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
I can only carry these thoughts
as far as the wind will blow
Even when I lay me down
they’ll dictate where I go
Beside a tree I find my rest
only to rise when they’d say so
Beneath its branch I sow a thought
like leaves I watch it grow
By a river I make my bed
where my thinking freely flows
like rushing water, runs my head
my thoughts ebb and flow
Near the fire I watch the flames
I light my thoughts aglow
they’ll burn tomorrow new desires
I have no strength to say ‘no’
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 8:28 AM UTC
#
*It is me tonight
that will need
to find release
through ******
Find a quiet place
on the edge of
your bed
and join me*
#
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 10:24 PM UTC
Where the air is thin and flowers grow a plenty
take me where it hurts to breathe
where the sun embraces me, so gently
and the towns are quiet but friendly.
We shall fashion daisies into wreaths,
watch as the aspen births her leaves
into crimson colors, so many.
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 12:57 AM UTC
i thought i was a voice
in the wilderness
until i heard a voice
in the wilderness
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 7:06 AM UTC
I am lost
In the wilderness of my youth
I fight
with every ounce of my might
To keep the dark forest of desires away from haunting me
I try to flee
To the right path, I see
but thorny branches of nightmarish trees grab me so maliciously
And reach my heart
To pour some venom
I sink
Into a shuddering oblivion
The soulless devil invites me to his enmity
I refuse
As I hearken the sanity
My Lord had provided me
And I cling to it like ivy
Indeed, My Lord helped me to seek Him
Before the devil and the sinful hankerings sought me
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
I swear I just heard the trees breathe, a deep contented sigh. Harmonious to the one echoed in my soul.
Breathe in, Sway out.
Breathe in, Sway out.
Let the breeze move through your mirrored branches.
A movement dedicated to life beyond your center.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
He died on the wires, electrified with fear
And riddled with cold religion from the gun-towers
He lay there motionless, all bloodied and burned
With one hand strangely stretched out
Like as if he were reaching out for something
Maybe some long lost freedom he'd once known,
And that look... that look upon his face.
Way in the distance across the fields, on the very edge of the forest
Some children were playing completely oblivious.
The Commandant, he came out and gathered us around
"Let this be a lesson to you all", he said, "no one gets out
No! No one escapes the Mind Camp".
II
O! How I wish I'd never read that book
Never come across it
How it haunted my days and chased me through the years
I just couldn't...I just couldn't get past it,
I had been lost, so lost in my head, so confused
Nothing made any sense
And there were monsters everywhere, monsters in the books
And there was no one there to help
It was like I was lost in a very Dark Wood,
But then one day I saw a light
I read words, words that seemed to point toward the truth
They seemed to offer hope
They spoke nicely and politely and smiled pretty smiles at me
They invited me back to their house
and welcomed me in
It was a nice looking house I thought
But the moment I stepped in, the door behind me, it was slammed shut and bolted
And it was like all the air, it was suddenly ****** out
And all the faces, they began to change, become distorted and grotesque
Now they only spoke to give you orders
You must do this! You have to do that! Or else!!!
And then they'd warn you of the terrible consequences that would befall you
If you didn't carry out their wishes, their demands
I...I was trapped, I couldn't get out.
It took me years to escape them
escape their clutches
I couldn't smile again properly or laugh for years after that
How its terrible shadow hung over everything I did.
III
They got him in the tunnel, they dragged him out
He hadn't cared much about religion, any of that stuff
He had the Commandant worried
"If Hell and the Devil don't scare him,
This one, this one's a tough nut, a tough nut to crack...
I know, he smiled, we'll turn up the heat on him
Yea, we'll get him with the Eternals",
So they hit him with the Eternals
Eternal this! Eternal that! Threatening him
But even the Eternals didn't seem to bother him very much
He just kept on going regardless
He was...simply marvelous! What a wonderful Spirit he had,
The Commandant, he had to think again...he mused
" Well if religion doesn't scare him, we'll have to get Science in
We'll get him with a Big word, some frightening idea
That'll crush him, bring him to his knees,
What about... what about the Subconscious Mind, you better watch out, the Subconscious Mind's about
It's always watching you y'know
Just like Big Brother, it's filing it all away
Better watch your step
You can't escape....
Or maybe... what about your genes, yes!
Your future is written in your genes
You have no power, you have no say
You can't do anything to change things
Sorry son, there's nothing you can do That's just the way it is
You just got to accept it"...
Yea! They got him in the tunnel, dragged him out
He'd suffocated, couldn't breathe anymore.
IV
He approached me one day in the prison yard, this other prisoner,
I only knew him to see
He came up to me and said "You've been in here a long time just like me,
I heard you're planning a breakout
Me! I've been planning one too,
I was thinking maybe we could go together
When we get out, we could go to the town, join the underground
We could find new words, a new language, build a new world
What do you say ?"
I looked at him and then I looked away
I looked through the fence, across the fields, to the forests, the hills and the mountains
I looked far faraway and then...then I said
"I want to go to a place where I don't have to hear any human voices anymore
No one to bully me or coerce me, entrap or enslave me".
V
Yea, I thought, I'm gonna build myself a little cabin way out in the wilderness somewhere
And live there all alone, all by myself
I'll fish and plant my own garden
I'll live there simply,
And for the first time in my life I'll try and get to know myself
Without any fear pushing me or hanging over my head.
And maybe... maybe one day I'll hear a voice singing in the woods
A strange voice, singing in a strange language with strange words
Something I've never heard before...
A Nature girl singing, some little Indian girl
Innocent and smiling and laughing all the time,
So lighthearted and joyous, so free and unafraid
And maybe she'd see my cabin and come over
A little tentatively, like a little curious fawn deer
And maybe we'd strike up a friendship the two of us, using only simple words and signs,
And maybe in time she'd grow fond of me and me of her
We'd picnic in the meadow by the river in the sun
We'd lie there together the two of us just watching the clouds go by
And she'd sing to me in her wonderful strange words
And her fingers they'd gently stroke my face and my hair
Just like a little mother...and they'd speak to me in their own secret words...their own secret language, they'd say
"You're safe here, you don't have to run anymore".
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
The trees are my lungs
The wilderness is my heart
The waves are my song
The beauty is my art
The storms are my anger
The rain is my pain
The mountains are my anchor
The rivers are my veins
The climate is my fight
The roots are my feet
The sun is my sight
The moon is my sleep
The wind is my power
The fire is my fear
Humans are my disaster
So, let me make myself clear
Stop using me as your credit card,
My resources are running out
You are the reason for my scars
I thunder – can’t you hear me shout?
My heart is the wilderness
But there isn’t much left of it
Like a failed romance, I feel weakness
You have made my heart split
I can’t breathe, I can’t cry
I roar with thunder and I spit fire
I am sick, I don’t want to die
Rewild my heart and I’ll be stronger
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
when in the wilderness, then the portal seems so long and wide
no matter how heavy the distance is, let go of your deepest sigh ...
at the signal of the time, the wounded mind will exhile in the heart and heal any sore!
because for every success is worth the celebration!
no matter how big or small
even when the lines are not rhyming anymore!
do not be afraid, do not be discouraged, do not let your words slip,
express how you feel by looking up or kneeling.
and when you hold your pen and its loose ink ...
kindly convey your thoughts to a lifetime place that can grow around different corners!
someday,
howsoever ...
selfishness can correct the colorless mixture of fire and water
covered by heaven and Earth
and made thru the collision of Love and hatred
until a massive light fades, and obscures the limit of fading views
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
Cutting through the thickets
Where no path was ever laid
I struggle to fine my footing
The sky has now turn grey
Jagged rocks guide my steps
Through thistles and thorny ******
A familiar force within me dives
Struggling to stay alive
I wrestle with the landscape
Until I reach the clearing
There the maple spread its branches
Falling leaves to soften the ground
And so I sleep another
Thousand years...
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
When my foolishness
Turned into wisdom
I was in love
Even the sunset
By the evening
Held my flaws
There was certainly no way
I could have left
Without a burning heart
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC