THE VOICE OF TREES.

This is something a bit experimental.

The Voice of Trees

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The forest speaks with the voice of trees which we, with partial or oblivious minds struggle but imperfectly to hear, while in the gentle flickering of sun through leaves a shadow dances in time to the primordial tune. O, lovely dancer, moving with the grace of years, you can hear the singing of the trees. You learned your steps with that sound ringing in your ears; you moved in sempiturnal harmony with the spirit of the woods, when stag-headed Cernunnos sat and watched from the shadows and lusted after your innocence, as raven-feathered Morrigan looked on in jealous rage and plotted her revenge. Here, time and space conspire to create a sonorous enormity: all encompassing; a vital essence that contains the whole tonality of life itself. But we see none of this. We struggle to hear anything… …except, perhaps, an echo that might come to us in quiet contemplation when we try to empty our dull minds in order to complete the link. Then, in the softening moontime a different dancer comes, her visage pale as death, her dance grotesque with gestures of demise. The forest dwellers revere her - she holds no fear for them - but we who live inside the pale are frozen with temerity as we give up our spirits and fall like empty husks, unconscious to the ground. But now there is another dancer, stepping from the shadows to bring the simple message of the trees that was always there, singing with the wind in treetops and buried under years of fallen leaves -   there for all who were empowered to listen to their ever-changing chant. This gentle dance is easy to understand: learn the lesson, now, that nothing exists for its own sake, but as a total harmony that is greater than itself.