The winds, snow and rain of late have changed the woods. Many have fallen back, and the slopes were covered with moss laden tree trunks, lying in stillness, but not without purpose. Already they are transforming into something else, something important in the never ending chain of creation. The river too has changed. In spate, it altered itself, re-arranged it's path and took some new twists and turns. Little stoney beaches have appeared where last time there were none, and in special places it has persuaded old trees to let go at last, and join it in its merry dance of here to there. Even the banks themselves could not resist its lure, and all along you can see where they sighed and fell, blending and disappearing into the mix.
As I walked I felt the timelessness that reassures beyond mere feelings of security. No need for home and life insurance in this place! All my 'problems' vanish in the Truth that Nature offers. Here is where us troubled souls get close to who and what we truly are. Here is where we nearly disolve into the Oneness. Here is where the veils of illusion are thin, and the eternal nature of what we really are is but a breath away. The knowing of peace the trees offer us is beyond price. We, who suffer so painfully in our human experience, can touch bliss here.
But some tell me they are frightened in the woods and forests. They fear the unknown. Their minds whisper tales of horror and destruction. They feel it bubble up inside, and it grips their hearts with terror so they cannot see the wonders all around. They cannot wait to hurry back to the illusion of 'safety' with street lights, shops full of stuff, and the hum of traffic that pushes back the stillness that offers so much. They would rather wallow in the dream than fly in the truth.
If we can just be patient, be brave, and move beyond the nagging voice that never gives us respite, something extraordinary happens. When we give ourselves the time to find that time as we believe it to be, is in itself illusory, a great lifting of the spirit occurs. It sets us free.
It is those timeless moments, by the sea perhaps or sitting in a meadow on a summer's day, when the voice quietens and Life makes perfect sense.
But we soon forget. When the chattering starts and the veil falls across our eyes once more, we soon forget. It is the suffering we choose. It is what it is to be human.
In the end the peace will find us anyway.
In the end the veils fall for the last time, and we all come to know.