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
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
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.
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
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.