Saturday, November 17, 2007

In the forest.

I was in my forest today, right in the middle, where the trees are high, and where the big rocks are lying, placed by the inland ice, I stopped and listened.
First, there wasn't a sound, then a bird sang.
Then, silence again.
"This" I thought to myself "is why I keep returning to this forest, the feeling of solitude, and peace, the feeling of being all alone, but at the same time the feeling of a presence of trees that has stand here way before I was born, and will continue to be here.
Standing there, these words came to my mind: "Weak in the presence of beauty."
When I came home, I looked up the song, and here it is.
It was a long time since I heard the song, nostalgia all over again....

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