Walking into the woods
half-knowing food for my senses
more than mushrooms and streams
chorus of lyre-birds and fairy tales.
Are there other altars of praise?
How do you approach ruins
and neglected villages?
Can the select ascend like spires
above orchards of apples trees?
It’s not ignorance,
knowledge and skills are incomplete
without humanity, a gaze
offering the others, dignity.
“You are only strongest
when you have a weakness
for other people.”
Walking, ambience of leaves and questions,
treading a noisy brook and “silent fields”
-faintest whispers,
a “cheerful evening lay ahead”.
note: the quotations are from “Natural Born Heroes” by Christopher McDougal which I finished reading and from “A Time of Gifts” by Patrick Leigh Fermor which I have not finished yet. The “Natural Born Heroes” surprisingly has an exciting story about Patrick Leigh Fermor.
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