Much can flow between a tree root, branch, earth and self. Standing there and touching a hanging vine in the sacred forest, I was linked to all life that lived there. Pulsing, rhythmic, gentle, vibrant life force. It doesn't seem strange to read any of the ancient texts and tales where beasts and birds, mountains and rivers were brothers and sisters and extended family. All forests are indeed sacred and I won't be surprised if a goddess or a fairy, a salabhanjika or a pixie walked upto me in one of them. For hidden among rich moss and lichen is the vibrant story of secrets of the forest. A sudden flight of bird, spider webs dazzling in dappled light, frogs at the edge of the stream, unexpected calls of moon touched stones and warblers. Rhodendrons blooming in all their splendor and lazy butterflies and bees finding their way to them. Life, abundant life, magical, mysterious, sacred, and absolutely normal and real. Alas! What we have lost in perception, in our ability to sense, in our abilities to belong, to be, to cherish, to share!
The forests ask for a contiguous line, will our cities give way?
Mawphlang - 22-26th Feb 2017
The forests ask for a contiguous line, will our cities give way?
Mawphlang - 22-26th Feb 2017
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