- millyrolle
A Meeting in the Woods
In search of some meaning in all this
I have found at times I have wrung myself out to dry
So I guess I wrote this down for anyone who feels lost
Anyone at all
No matter who you are
You matter
As does your neighbour
And the person who lives across the road
And the woman across the world
And the teacher
And the child
And the activist
And the man who sleeps under the bridge
And the shopkeeper
And the civil servant
And the nurse
And the patient
Who all in one simultaneous moment may a feel their sense of their place in all this weigh heavy
I guess I wrote this to remind you of something
Whoever you are
That everything we perceive is a model of reality
And that nothing is certain
But that if you wrap your arms around yourself
At least you know you are here
...
You
In the morning light
Eyes in the mirror
Iris shrinking and dilating
Back and forth
The vacuum of space waits patiently for your body to return to it
On a hilltop
Screaming into the wind
Imagining your body gliding with the dust
Oblivion beautiful and safe

The enormity of it all clasping at your limbs
Thoughts catching on fire
Free thought
Curious thought
Projected through time
Somewhere from deep within
A part of you that not yet visited
But somehow ancient
Speaks
And says you, are all you can be certain of
The power in you
Lighting whole cities
Or perhaps just a single desk lamp at midnight
But either way
For now you are here
Here you are
Energy
A force
Attending to living
Intended for life
Everything you need you have within yourself
Make no mistake
You and your power
To come home to yourself
And find wholeness there
Even in the moments of breaking
As the earth shook and the world divided up into the 7 continents
And the forests burned
And the sun was blocked from the sky
The tiny creatures went underground
Into tunnels
And there they
They
Survived
Until they emerged blinking into the sun
All is not lost
You did not stray far
You just forgot yourself momentarily
Return to you in the most difficult of moments
In the extension of the world’s beginnings
In the extension of the brightness from that star that died so long ago
With it’s light still shining furiously in the dark
Come home
To wherever home is
Attend to your space or roll in the mess
And then find the back door is open
So, should you wish, you can slip out
Into the cool night air
Feel your jacket hug your body
And set off again
You, your own companion
The guide on new terrain
Your shoes worn in you have done this before
You wake up everyday and do this
You are a master of your trade
Your trade is you and living in this body
No matter inner working or outer shell
You in this mind
And you know what you know
And if you don’t know it now
It means you just don’t know it yet
But you will
You will come to that clearing in the wood
On a calm spring day
And when you are there
You will meet with yourself
And a blanket of peace will hug your shoulders
And something in that moment lead to an acceptance of things as they are
And a hope in the prospect of change
And a leaning into the unknown
And you will sense many others
Not so far away
Meeting themselves in a clearing
So that one day you may all exchange glances
And then words of kindness
And then gifts of all the stories that must be told
And time
From its origins to its eventual end
Like a circle
Will envelop us all