The Spirit Door

The Spirit Door

A Poem by Cecelia
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spirit of the forest

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I enter with reverence the forest deep.  
A long ago place, my ancestor's keep.
Breathing comes quickly as my heart pounds,
Mind spins, feet no longer feel the ground.

I am in the forest, the forest is in me.
There are no limits; my body is set free.

My eyes meld with the forest floor.
I have walked through the spirit door.
Flower petal soft is my new skin.
Mushrooms sprouting, new life to begin.

My nose and mouth now a sponge of flavor,
Filled with forest smells and tastes to savor.
The spirit breath blows gentle though the trees,
Cool, dry, warm, humid, caressing me.

Was invisible, melting with all around.
My mind starts to spin, my feet now touch the ground.
My body will remember the forest deep,
And this long ago place, my ancestor's keep.

I am in the forest, the forest is in me.
I am First People, First Nation, my ancestry.

Cecelia
Inspired by Michele Andree Lemieux

© 2011 Cecelia


Author's Note

Cecelia
My friend told me of an experience she had on a camping trip..this was the inspiration for this poem

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wonderful imagery

Posted 13 Years Ago


The poem is very beautiful. I'm 1/2 Ojibwa and I appreciate the forest, water and the sky. This poem could be a Native American prayer. The words expressed gratitude for the land and the beauty of the forest.
'I am in the forest, the forest is in me.
I am First People, First Nation, my ancestry."
Thank you for the amazing poem.
Coyote



Posted 13 Years Ago


I know this feeling well , it is the senses tuned to being

Posted 13 Years Ago


I must say I have not read many poems such as this. It brings back memories to when I was a kid and we use to go camping. A wonderful installment to your growing list of good writes.

Posted 13 Years Ago


My Dear Writing Friend,
As First Nations peoples it is paramount that we remember the old ways and the sacred things of Deep Time. Your poem made me smile as I could feel it pulse in my pneuma like the mother drum. An excellent write that clearly comes from one who walks with straight eyes.

Blessings, Ggagga Nk’dlih or in English Laughing-Bear


Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the poem in its entirely its theme , style etc. Enjoyed reading

Posted 13 Years Ago


Beautiful...just beautiful....what more can I say...
this is the exquisite experience millions long and crave for...yet are depriving themselves of....
You hit the point home...being one with nature....being one with the ONE.

Posted 13 Years Ago


beautifully written, Cecelia. it makes me want to go there and set up camp, have hot, black coffee over a campfire.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is beautifully written, it gave me a wonderful feeling of being at one with nature, thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed it. Annie :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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