Sliding soft through the trees
The perfection of tranquil solitude
Here in this misty hollow
My mind slows to the shallow
Pulse of the forest's reflex energy
Something speaks
Not with words
A perception
I know inside.
Something speaks
To my soul
In abstract
Avoiding focus.
Something speaks
That is not
For me to understand
But to accept.
Something speaks
And I know
That alone here
I am not alone.
The fog is deepening.
Times makes no effort to move.
Roan Mountain folds itself around me.
God is here, peace is here
Seeping through every sense.
When I depart I will carry it with me.
Something speaks
Not with words
A perception
I know inside.
Something speaks
To my soul
In abstract
Avoiding focus.
Something speaks
That is not
For me to understand
But to accept.
Something speaks
And I know
That alone here
I am not alone.
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