The Forest of My Mind

Getting lost

In a forest of thought

On trails

Of cottontails

Paths weaving and winding

Through contemplation

An adaptation

To a world

I don’t understand

A world that fades,

Drifts away

Behind trees of thought

Where there is life and magic

And the tragic fabric

Of the world

Outside my mind

Just dissolves

The woods of my mind

Demystified

Revealing crowns

Of the greatest trees

Inlayed with gems

That glimmer

In new light

Which breaks

Through the trees

As the fog of the world

Disappears

There is peace in the forest

Where I can be with the trees

Just still enough

To feel them breathe

To feel the movement

Of the wind in the leaves

The calming sound

Of my thoughts and beliefs

In the breeze

The movement takes me down winding paths

In the landscape of my mind

One so designed

To remove my presence

From humankind

So I can wander away

From humans who are blind

Misaligned

Trying to clear-cut the forest of their own minds

And mine.

But this is my sacred land

The forest of my thoughts

My land to roam

My home

My comfort zone

The place where I can be alone

On my own to ponder

Questions of life

Questions of meaning

Questions of philosophy and religion

A place where the dark is not threatening

And unknowns are welcome

A place where the world is unwelcome

And the knowns of the world are challenged

But in a different way -

With a peace from the breeze

In the trees of my thoughts.

I love getting lost

In the forest of my thoughts

Following the trails

Of cottontails

Paths weaving and winding

Through deep contemplation

This is my adaptation

To a world

I don’t understand.