Woke up this morning with an agonizing urge to be an absolute nobody in a world gone delirious with everybody trying to be a “somebody.” To be unknown and unseen like a distant star behind the moon, a dandelion along the endless highway, the night owl nested high in the pines, unknown and unseen like the cool breeze that rustles the ancient ferns. To be alive, to experience the true essence of our primitive soul, to cleanse myself of the filth of civilization, to resuscitate the inner archaic man, to unite the conscious with the shadow and allow grace to devour what’s left of my iridescent heart. Into the timeless woods I go where the moonlight illuminates the infinite peace of things. I go to the woods to dance like a demented shaman in the muck of the meadows. I go to the woods as an antidote to modernity, to unearth the primordial savage within, to watch the birds go about their daily work and to saunter among the ancient ferns and thickets. I go to the woods, in the words of the great Thoreau, “to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
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This while breathing in, the silence, the essence of every living thing not man, while a man, living in.
It's always an absolute pleasure and very inspiring to wake up to a new poem from you Erik. Your beautiful words soothe the savaged soul that's withering in the madness, meanness and decay of modern society. This one speaks to me very deeply. Getting some regular "tree wisdom" is an absolute essential for me these days.