The Forest
"The Forest"
In the forest
we meet strange gods
our reflections
are seen in their eyes
in our dreams
we remember them
we meet them face on
we touch them
they do not remember us,
they consider us,
we are common, and
very well known to them
we are like glass,
broken pieces
we are not smooth,
we are rough and dull, yet,
they see
straight through us
the bardo
dreams of us
it calls us back in
like moths to flame
for a short time
that seems like aeons,
we are remanded
in detention,
they survey us
considering
what is open
and what is closed
we are
their strange reflections
hesitating genus
common in their uncommons
hearts beating like wings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“This is what I believe:
That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more
than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods,
come forth from the forest
into the clearing of my known self,
and then go back.
That I must have the courage
to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind
put anything over me,
but that I will try always
to recognize and submit
to the gods in me
and the gods
in other men and women.
There is my creed.”
(DH Lawrence)
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