Only Stillness Reigns: An Allegorical Poem

An enigmatic journey into the dense forest of the soul, in an attempt to ignite its life once again, and pull it out of abandonment.

Only Stillness reigns.

The abandoned forest of the self

is where danger lurks.

Because it is empty,

Not of trees,

But of life - the subtle embodiment of stillness,

Like a deep breath

that draws life inward,

A wholesome inhalation

of rejuvenating purity.

That abandoned forest of the self

is empty,

Yet packed with trees,

Crooked,

Withered,

A decay of life,

A decay of the Spirit.

Yet packed,

Adopting the semblance of a full mind,

Cluttered and exhausted.

Please do leisurely pace,

Walk to saunter

and

let Wanderlust tie you

and direct you to

that forest of the abandoned self.

One step in

and the mystical winds blow.

The other step in 

and it gently begins to pour.

The water with ancient memory

knows how to heal.

Time unfolds

to further unfold the fragile creepers,

To make them spread their arms wide

to the darkening clouds.

Receptivity to inner clutter awakens.

The You in the forest is now there,

The forest is no longer abandoned

and neither are You.

Check "The Sound of Silence" to absorb the quiet wonder that silence brings.

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Gaurav Chandra Tuli