“Wandering in the Trees”

Where consciousness becomes underneath shining light,
Carried away by a soft caress of the breeze,
Dreams and nightmares like linen cloth are woven tight.

Deer paths illuminated by the sun so bright,
The thick forests will be navigated with ease.
Where consciousness becomes underneath shining light.

Whispers of distant memories on full moon’s night,
Darkening the beaten trail to vision, a tease.
Dreams and nightmares like linen cloth are woven tight.

A mountain on the horizon comes into sight.
Venture to the peak containing the knowledge keys,
Where consciousness becomes underneath shining light.

No trailhead or marker to say which way is right,
So the mesmerizing forest you must appease.
Dreams and nightmares like linen cloth are woven tight.

A far light is ever seen glowing on the height;
Searching for the Truth while wandering in the trees,
Where consciousness becomes underneath shining light,
Dreams and nightmares like linen cloth are woven tight.

Stevie D