we attempt to enter this forest.
we step lightly with caution..
for there are tripping holes..
the deeper we progess, the light weakens within the thicket..
we see an opening within the woods..
announced by brightness..
an oasis within the jumble..
a place where vision is welcomed with the 'gift of site'..
a peace within silence..
mind creates plays..
creation is disturbance..
become the soil that the tree of creation feeds from..
the Soil that does not know it's Name.................. namaste, thomas
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