Poetry and photographs inspired by the Retreat of September 2002 ...
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Oak Dreaming,
by Little Mouse |
I AM FULL OF YOUR GREEN
I am full of your green:
Sun dappled green:
Dark shady green,
Where the sun seldom penetrates.
Green of Oak and Ash:
Green of Hazel and Maple,
And of the Chestnut and the prickly Hawthorn:
Green of grass and bracken,
And of all the many herbs you host.
In a Grove of four Hazel trees,
In the body of your being,
I dance in the four directions,
Naked to the softness of my skin.
I am caressed by the wind
That rustles your leaves:
Warmed by the dappled sun
That filters through your canopy.
I am totally embraced by your green.
It protects me in my rite.
It washes me free, and clean.
In celebration I dance your green:
It flows carefree in my very movements:
My feet treading
The red loam of your forest floor:
Earth impregnated by your green
So ancient.
I am full of your green,
Like a lover is full of his love
After intimacy.
TE Arihanto
8 September 2002 |
Stone Circle,
by Bobcat |
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Drawing in
the Grove, by Jan Oulfkih
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