The keeper of precious truth, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Those mystical places in our minds
Taking roots in our hearts,
Growing
Underneath the memories of times gone by
Flourishing
Thriving
Gateways to the past, anchors of the now
Beacons of the future
Tread lightly on craggy ground
Over mossy pathways
Past blackberry bushes and mushroom wonderlands
The air is filled with woodruff smell, sweet and light
Branches crackling under your feet with every step
Wings fluttering
Deeper you go into the forest of remembering
A light glowing in the dark, there, in the center
A tree of life, of that which we seek, which we hold dear,
Which we may have lost along the way
Follow the path of weathered stones
Around and round
Down and about
Close your eyes, dance
Freely
Carelessly
As the weight of false responsibilities falls off your shoulders
The yoke of refined feelings and restraint emotions shatters
Closer now, towards the center
Where he stands, steady, eternal
The keeper of precious things no treasure chest can hold
Carved within its age old bark
And so the tree reveals its precious truth
As your fingers gently read its poetry
That the innocence of a child
With eyes wide open in wonder
Will reveal the world as it truly is
© Thorsten Becker
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