Musing in the Glade - Ancient Song
Inside it seems there is some kind of balance
finally - to see,
and some kind of new logic,
an ancient song,
The peace of the Glade is not always there in real life -
can it be trusted to be enough if I go that way?
Is solitude/gathering/idealism ideal?
Will it sustain me?
To withdraw from common judgement
and see in new ways,
to reach into the ancient and find food there -
that is the way and the rich life.
The perilous path that spawns the changes,
ridden and trodden by those who choose it,
or it chooses you,
depending on everything and nothing.
I sit in the sunshine glade and breathe,
with closed eyes
and a red glow.
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.