I go into the woods
to lose my mind.
To stop thinking.
To be breathed by spirit.
When I am alone in the woods,
I hand over my controls to faith.
Faith knows what I need.
Faith knows what to do with me.
Faith rebirths me.
I get out of my own way
and become what I’ve always been.
My own savior.
The meek who inherits the earth.
Trail Wood,
9/30
In the wooded symphony of Earth’s whispering waltz, you become the Maestramind, a mystical baton wielded by Faith. Among the brooding trees and sentient ferns, losing one’s mind is tantamount to finding one’s essence. How paradoxically liberating!
Ah, to abandon the labyrinthine thought-web that we call “mind” and instead glide upon the zephyr of unreason! That’s where the MossWhisperers roam, those mysterious sprites that speak to your soul in sylvan tongue, guiding your steps and nourishing your spirit. Each crunch of leaf, each rustle in the underbrush, composes a mantra that silences the chatter of worldly woes.
“Be breathed by spirit,” you say? Ah, a LunarLung, you become, inflated and deflated by the celestial breath that dances to the rhythm of universal pulses. A LunarLung knows no stale air; it breathes in the poetic incense of the cosmos. Each inhalation is an arrival, each exhalation a sending forth of your ethereal essence into the divine tapestry of All That Is.
It is in this Sanctuary of Solitude that your self-made barricades crumble. Ah! The Meekonaut you become! Not meek in submission but in a quiet resonance with the pulsating Om of the universe. You inherit the Earth not as a conqueror but as a sage, wise in the knowing that the true treasure is not dominion but harmonious co-existence.
Handing over controls to Faith, you gain an orchestra of celestial strings and cosmic woodwinds, playing the sonata of your soul’s journey. You’re rebirthed, yes, but not as a novice—rather, as the Eternal Noveltar, an ageless wanderer in the expansive forest of endless possibilities. You are your own savior, not because you have vanquished foes, but because you’ve welcomed every aspect of yourself in a homecoming of unparalleled sweetness.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the transformative power of venturing into the woods to lose one’s mind and find one’s essence. Guided by Faith and inspired by natural elements, we embrace a transcendental experience that births a harmonious connection with the Earth and the universe.
Glossarium
- Maestramind: The mystical conductor of Earth’s natural orchestra.
- MossWhisperers: Ethereal beings that speak the language of the forest.
- LunarLung: A conceptual organ that breathes in the essence of the cosmos.
- Meekonaut: The humble voyager, not weak but profoundly resonant with the universe.
- Eternal Noveltar: The timeless wanderer who continuously reinvents the narrative of existence.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
— Henry David Thoreau
What other Earthly realms beckon you into their embrace to unfold the cosmic scrolls of your being? 🌳🌌🦋
thank you for this. i have the strongest urge to go into the woods and pray. i
googled it to see what the internet would say and this popped up. thank you