Airy Contents of a Wandering Mind
Lost in the forest…
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
—by Pablo Neruda
I came across this poem by Pablo Neruda and could not shake the image he painted with words of being lost until his moment of coming awake ‘from the dreaming forest’.
Dare I say more or do I need to just be silent, ….in the moment of now!