embedded

Steaming forest, what lies inside you?

Steaming forest, what brews in your belly?

Steaming forest, is this the last time I'm with you?

 

I'll never forget the first time.

 

Embedded, on all its earth,

are the feet which crossed before.

Embedded, in the swollen creek, are the

reflections which appeared before.

Embedded, here in this forest,

in its steamy particles,

is my birth, my fear, my hope, my joy,

and then: my death.

 

This here, this land, this is the place of forever wandering.

This is the place of eternal questioning.

This is the place of empty boredom.

This is the place of regeneration.

This is the place of destruction.

 

And yet, but how?

This is also the place of answering.

Oh, sweet mother what could be better?

Oh, what could taste sweeter...

than this here, this land, this place of answering?

 

 

Done