Meditation in the Woods

Meditation in the Woods
by Jo DeWitt

When I come into the woods
Life flows and bubbles
Up within me fresh again.
The stream which flows full
or barely trickles
Seems like the human spirit,
At times so bountiful
It overflows its bounds
Then maybe trickles down
to near nothingness
But never dries up completely.
The stream, fed by a spring
And the soul, fed by love.
I feel so sheltered here,
Protected by the trees,
Serenaded by the birds,
Touched by the wind,
Nourished by the earth.
For a time, I become one
With all living things.

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