POEM: The Path Has Disappeared
A poem, prayer and transmutation by Schuyler Brown
I’m including the original audio here even though it’s poor quality because the poem came spontaneously in the woods and I love that you can hear the rain and feel the inspiration at work. I hope you’re somewhere dry and safe today even if your path has disappeared.
POEM: The Path Has Disappeared 🌿✨💎
Written today by Schuyler Brown
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The path has disappeared.
The path into the woods that I walked
Almost every day
For a year, maybe more
The path to visit the tiny Green Tara
I placed at the base of a tree
Hanging over the creek
A place where I had come
to meditate and pray
And make offerings each season
I see my reflection
In the water I had poured my heart into—
my tears;
waded in with bare feet;
touched, caressed, and cooled myself in...
I speak to Her—
“It seems your work is done now,
It seems the forest has been restored—
The forest has been restored
to itself!
There’s no need for humankind here.”
I suspect the path was originally
For people up to no good
Teenagers looking for a place to drink beer
Hunters looking for prey
It got me here--and Tara, too
But, I’m glad it’s gone now.
So here we are
At the base of the tree
Looking out at the creek
Watching the rain drops in the water
(low at this time of year)
And I pick you up
Disentangling you from the spider’s web
that had formed in recent weeks
when I couldn’t get back here
because of the poison ivy.
I disentangle you to bring you back home
Heroic!
Triumphant!
Goddess’ green earth restored!
In natural balance and harmony with itself
It’s own medicine
Laying fallow, dormant, invisible and unvisited
for a little while
“Thank you, Mother.
Thank you for the wisdom,
For the legs that carry me,
For the hands that carry you,
For the heart that can see
Where I am needed
and where I am not.”