Today, I have finally made my long-waited nature walk, which turned into a spirit walk just as it happened in my other hiking trips. I have come to appreciate my existence in this world once more, for nature made it so by unconcealing my heart's eyes. As the feminine spirit of the woods I walked past by them and the memory of those graceful people I knew and still know haunted me every then and again, I fathomed that even though things may have to begone, we shall meet them in the unfathomable force.
My uninhabited walk in Clifton woods has summoned an awareness for me, for I realized that by all those old trees, their coming spring blooms, and the birds celebrating the whole existence as if time is mute in absolution, the nature detached me from my less as it attached me to my most, which I thought was lost. This power of transformation is nowhere to be found but inside the nature where things are still authentic. Why do I feel homely when I am out in the woods? Seeing an old cottage hall, gracefully embraced by ivies, and sakura trees whose pink miracles met with my most, and finally a glade where I was mesmerized by the entire authenticity of willow trees towering like monuments....after all, I was already gone!
My uninhabited walk in Clifton woods has summoned an awareness for me, for I realized that by all those old trees, their coming spring blooms, and the birds celebrating the whole existence as if time is mute in absolution, the nature detached me from my less as it attached me to my most, which I thought was lost. This power of transformation is nowhere to be found but inside the nature where things are still authentic. Why do I feel homely when I am out in the woods? Seeing an old cottage hall, gracefully embraced by ivies, and sakura trees whose pink miracles met with my most, and finally a glade where I was mesmerized by the entire authenticity of willow trees towering like monuments....after all, I was already gone!
