Jangal جنگل
Juniper trees under stratus clouds
Azure and lavender across uncut plains
Nettle leaves settled below moving boughs
Grateful blooms sprout through soil
And flowing sunlight peppered by shadows
Long after the air stills
When I explored
the muddled woods
I was lost in
the tall trees
the muddled woods
I was lost in
the tall trees
I was moving
slowly
as a stranger
witnessing
myself clearly
from above
In search of something
soft and delicate
I found
the river of poetry
with its
soft, silky flowers
of gratitude
blooming there
They were
transforming
this wilderness
into the garden of heaven.