In the soft green light, mixed with the golden shafts of the sun, I walk within the forest on the well-formed pathway before me. It seems composed of soft leaves and cherry blossoms, laid down by the breeze, and it marks my way into the forest's depths.
Soon the air around me seems to change, its energy imbued with the mystical. The forest becomes magical, and the natural forms of this landscape begin to shape-shift. The pathway can no longer be seen, and although I may not find my way without it, I feel no fear, at all.
I feel the safety of the trees who stand before me, and who seem like guardians—like my grandfather's presence in my earlier life. They seem to come alive, as tall beings, mystical and wise, benevolent and loving.
Then, before me stands one such being, taking on a form of humanness. He bows slightly towards me, and offers to me a seat upon the soft mossy earth, before a tickling stream. He tells me to drink my fill from the magic of the waters of this forest, to feed myself from its deep well of beauty—that I may see the stars and realms that exist before me, and dream one of the thousand dreams awaiting my embrace.
Soon the air around me seems to change, its energy imbued with the mystical. The forest becomes magical, and the natural forms of this landscape begin to shape-shift. The pathway can no longer be seen, and although I may not find my way without it, I feel no fear, at all.
I feel the safety of the trees who stand before me, and who seem like guardians—like my grandfather's presence in my earlier life. They seem to come alive, as tall beings, mystical and wise, benevolent and loving.
Then, before me stands one such being, taking on a form of humanness. He bows slightly towards me, and offers to me a seat upon the soft mossy earth, before a tickling stream. He tells me to drink my fill from the magic of the waters of this forest, to feed myself from its deep well of beauty—that I may see the stars and realms that exist before me, and dream one of the thousand dreams awaiting my embrace.