Walking through the woods

And at once things weren’t the same…
I was only settling myself,
What I had promised to my regular routines,
But now I knew at once… that-
Things weren't the same again…
Not as powerful as intuition,
Or an answer from the divine,
But this is simply how I felt,
And happy to sync with my heart…
Now I stand in front of the woods,
I toss my hands up and bow,
The spirits in the forests;
I wish to seek something from you,
Nor wisdom nor answers;
Today only you know what I need....
There is death like silence in these woods,
I still pass through them,
The touch of the trees,
The crumpling of the leaves,
O! And the chirping insects; perfect to God’s delight...
I am fully living a poet,
Yet dying inside juggling my emotions…
I reach a narrow stream of water,
Sit down with my head sunken in my palms,
These were like the least times,
When I missed the company of tears…
“O! Spirits,
Don’t you find me empty,
Do you feel I am illegible,
To reach closer to these primitive lands,
To feel at ease with the flow?
I feel teased by this stream,
Not that it can flow as free;
It also resides with you as nature…
I feel an urgent need to speak to you,
And this is the point we are in,
Back again for the thousandth time,
Don’t pull me to a loop,
So that you throw me finally to nowhere!”
Even in the absence of tears,
These were the points in people’s lives-
Now that I was living this,
I look up with swollen and tired eyes,
She stands who represents,
The quest into the dark night….