Today I sit under this grove so unique and bold I gather myself for an eastern quest alas, in the west: Young Guatama as my guide I send my mind on a climb an articulated find they’ll return in time Alas, the astral climb, Is hard on the mind He just can’t find My hidden shrine Gathering my wits Getting up from my sit Wondering What time is it? When I saw the sky: I knew just before nine. The heart of twilight June, midsummer’s evening The sun drawing my eyes Into the sky, feeling so alive And ever so wise My ears thought I could hear An aged voice appear Distant and fragmented Impermanent alll… Strive onnn… Awarenessss… Clearing my head Into the woods I went Hearing people laugh In the distant greenery And on my walk I was Struck by a tree Battling in the breeze I laughed in glee As the battle I see Is over nobler causes Than the ones on TV. Continuing on, Down the path I am led Inside a lively forest so wet palpable greens With thick soothing air For my lungs to breathe I began again to stare! Until I was found By a flock of great vagrants Seeming quite profound In their manner and character They spoke Words Worth more than I had ever dreamed And said they could find My hallowed shrine for me I chose to accompany That jocund company On my uncanny journeys Through these misty trees “And thee that walkest with me Have ye found Thy secret key?” One of the Wills said to me My reply, “What do you mean?” Smiles arose all around As we came to a ridge The other Will said “If only ye hath gazed on Westminster Bridge Behold yon silver moon Lucid and cool Empowering and full Solemn thoughts do stir?” “And the mightiest of trees Breathing the same breeze that ye conceive from what they don't need” I nodded pensively "So thine prelude begins" Their retort was to vanish Leaving me lost And feeling slightly.. Romantic? Taking to a nearby tree Already home to a skylark Not wanting him to leave Should I embark? He turned at me And our eyes did meet Looking down at my feet I saw animals gather and greet To listen to the tune The lark would sing And to finally swoon O, the night’s ending Looking up at the heavens above Thinking of the vagrants when I found the key inside my head And slept ‘til dawn to roam again.
