This forest dreams in decades,
details vanish – flash of mountain
bikes, gangs of hiking youth.
Events here are seasons, growth,
sifting decay, the random attack
of storms – always healed by time.
Yet here’s no time but now.
Drift of autumn confetti lays
booby traps over tarry mud,
beetle totters doggedly onward,
crazed scars of ploughing boar,
ticklish skittering of squirrel claws,
tiny fungus like stretched skin,
beneath the gracious majesty of trees.
Lost among giants, dissolved in vastness,
I breathe freely, heart lifted,
thoughts evaporate in edgeless space:
absence I can be truly present in.
This one’s in my collection “the Calling” available HERE
Verses of Five 
This is beautiful. A truly Dharmic poem! Thank you Five. Think I might try and learn it by heart. X Osel
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Thanks, Osel, later this year I’ll have my second book out, START HERE – the Path to Awakening, which is all Dharmic poems. But you could start with this book, The Calling…
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Thanks, Osel, my next book, START HERE – the Path to Awakening, will be out later this year, and that’s all Dharma poems. But you could start with the Calling…
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