Take a walk through the green woods with me,
My friend.
Here we can relax our knotted heart and allow it to sink.
Sink down,
Down into the moss and stone,
Into the flowing stream.
Here we can release our tension into the dream.
You see that great healthy cedar tree over there,
Standing tall?
Let us walk to it with a humble,
Quiet heart and sit beneath its majestic branches and turn within.
Listen to its strong,
Silent voice in your innermost sanctum.
Feel the stability of its great trunk,
Supporting the mounting of your back.
These trees are our allies.
These trees are our friends.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Guidance,
Healing,
Wisdom.
Leaves hang down,
Oh flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
Leaves hang down,
Oh flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
Leaves hang down,
Oh flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
No strife,
No toil here,
Deep beneath the soil.
No strife,
No toil here,
Just deep beneath the soil.
So take a walk through the woods with me,
My friend.
Take off your thick-soled shoes,
And let your bare feet feel the soft earth beneath your toes.
With each step along the trail,
Your toes gently yet firmly grip the forest loam.
Connected to earth,
Connected to heaven,
Wandering here and there,
Yet never leaving home.
Leaves hang down,
Oh flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
Leaves hang down,
Oh flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
Leaves hang down,
Oh flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
No strife,
No toil here,
Deep beneath the soil.
No strife,
No toil here,
Just deep beneath the soil.
So take a walk through the woods with me,
Good soul.
Let your city-held mind gently dissolve into the verdant harmony of nature.
Walk and wander in no particular direction,
With no destination in mind.
Ooh,
See there,
A tiny snail crossing the path.
It's not rushing,
It's not in a hurry.
It's crossing the path.
Awareness expanding in all directions from your home within the body.
Seeing within and seeing without.
Expanding,
Condensing with each step.
Each breath,
Return to the root.
There's only one of us here,
My friend,
And the nourishment you allow for yourself is nourishment for all.
Leaves hang down,
Oh,
Flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
Leaves hang down,
Oh,
Flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
Leaves hang down,
Oh,
Flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
No strife,
No toil here,
Deep beneath the soil.
No strife,
No toil here,
Just deep beneath the soil.
So take a walk through the woods with me,
My friend.
You see,
This armor and shield you carry may serve you in the city,
But you have no need of it here.
As you walk along the forest path,
Allow the sweeping leaves to begin to unbuckle your breastplate and help you to lay down your shield.
You have no need of it here.
For here,
You can dance freely in all directions.
Left,
Right,
Up and down,
Dance.
For here,
We can relax our knotted heart and allow it to sink down,
Down.
Sink into the moss and stone,
Into the flowing stream,
To open at last as a seven-petaled lotus.
Leaves hang down,
Oh,
Flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
Leaves hang down,
Oh,
Flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
Leaves hang down,
Oh,
Flowing streams.
Leaves fall into dreams.
Mushrooms sprout from webs of life,
Deep beneath the soil.
No strife,
No toil here,
Deep beneath the soil.
No strife,
No toil here,
Just deep beneath the soil.
