My spirit is called to the forest. I hear Mother earth’s sweet kulning song. An ancient song of peace hums all around me. I’m lured by her magic. I’m intoxicated by her.
I climb higher and higher until I feel at one with she who is all. With my bare feet I feel her heartbeat. This soil her skin. This river her blood. The delicate moss her long flowing hair. She is me and I am her. We are one.
The scent of sap smells sweet on the breeze. The aroma is carried in the wind like perfume. I want to know her thoughts. Each tree swaying in time like a dance. Nothing compares to my skovdrøm.
So mesmerized by this place I feel like it’s a dream. I am awake. My soul is awakened. I am home. My mother hears my spirit and feels my heart and soul. Here I am understood.
About the Creator
M. Johnson
There is no bad weather; only bad clothing 🏔
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