You Are not Lost

You Are Not Lost

Liberated and hermetically sealed
i have preserved in this vial the secret of my green forest-days.
This is no wilderness you see.
It's the forest grown
from seeds of the ancient origin,
lying low, lying fallow
in the womb and the limbs of the earth,
in the green birth of the seasons of spring.

Do not despair.
The skeletons now lying in heap
were the rugged living trees
with their roots dug in the soil deep.
Do not despair if you hear it said
that the fables are erased
and the majesty of the trees is struck down low.

Do not despair; I am the forest.
Recall my words you heard,
in the days of serenity and trust:
"I created this world all around you.
You will not stray from this path in vain.
The forest knows where you are.
Whatever be the time and the place
for the wind to strike or molest the soul,
the soil of this earth will hold you close
till the storm and its venomous fury abate.
You will stay low
sinking to the roots.
The forest knows where you are.
Even the ravens and the crows,
the swans and the geese,
the bats  and the vultures know;
all have been touched by the magic-wand;
the forest has distilled the word,
the essential word of life.
Be there rains, be there deluge,
be there tirades of malice and dark intent;
the forest will teach you how
every language is rendered futile
in the final apocalypse.
The heart of the forest is apocalypse.
Let the forest find you; you are not lost.
You are where you have always been,
in the heart of your life and being."