To Dream of Sages and of Seers

In a forest wilderness where Nature dreams

I mused awhile among the patient trees

And listened to the music of her streams,

In an incense-laden air suffused with peace.

It was a land unscarred by human greed.

Alone I wandered free and unafraid

No pressing cares had I, no urgent need,

In darkened groves that saw the sunlight fade.

Heeding not the posted warning signs

Mysterious enchantment lured my feet

To a life that on a mother's breast reclines

In a green creation bountiful and sweet.

The Gods were there and I walked through the shade

And moved in regions deep and unexplored,

For here the clamour of the world was stayed

In cloudless skies where azure singers soared.

I heard earth's rhythms, primitive new-born,

While butterflies in shafts of sunbeams dined

On nectarous blossoms fragrant in the morn

Beyond the crowded avenues of mind.

Giant hemlocks swept their boughs to earth

And firs and redwoods rose towards the skies,

Each second held a promise of new birth,

In this habitat of hidden deities.

Fear was not there nor its twin anxiety,

All beautiful grew in sunlight-dappled wood.

Fern-laced mossy carpets welcomed me

To rest awhile in stilled and pensive mood.

In this divine retreat the passing hours

Seemed moments in a treasure-book of years,

As I listened to the rapture-song of flowers

And slept to dream of sages and of seers.