A Darklands Meandering (poetry)

[FallingLeaves]

I fall to the
deepest, darkest
places of
my soul

There meeting
the Soul of
the World

In this place
freed now
from fear
and responsibility

Where I know not
or even care
what my name
may be

I hear the true
clear whisperings
of my heart

And meet a vision
far wider
and greater
than my knowing
can hold

And as I breathe
out
the
Surrendering Sigh

I return home to
my own true face

gazing upon
the unfolding
Blessed
Now

[Kat Lady]

This is wonderful, SpringArrives. I like the first 2 stanzas especially. Reminiscent of classics like "The fog rolled in on little cat's feet..."
Beautiful!

[Branbeith]

I get the same feeling when I walk in deep woods...Beautifully written...
So tranquil....

[Unikorn]

[Ruthie]

Very transcendant!

[EarthWard]

I thought Druid was my favorite poem that you wrote but now I'm affraid I have to change my mind.
This one is now my favorite!!!
Awensomely done.

I fall to the
deepest, darkest
places of
my soul

There meeting
the Soul of
the World

[Robb Hawklord]

I am now getting stuck on how to praise so many good works in this Eisteddford.

Awesome tranquility

Hawky