A Forest Dressed In Soft Flames
I went into the woods because I dreamt of something
I could not completely put in words and I could not put
in pictures. I went so far into the seems of its wilderness
it is like being inside of your body, almost. There is such
tranquil violence between the water, the trees, the insects,
the animals, the sun and the moon. The wind, the rain, the
heat of embers in the smell of vines and leaves. It is the
sweat of love, nature breeding like a baby that has been
born times and times again. Oh how I loved him there
inside me, such resting heads without a face, such resting
bodies without a body. How I moved like a shadow floating
like a wishing star inside the graveyard of the heart of the
forest, the heart of his deepest unknown. I was safe without
consumption, I was afraid only of the unknown that which
lye onto others that might wander. They are not welcome
here in my heart with their bad intentions. Yet there is no
limits to my countless mind, emotions are like dreams. How
I dream all day about things that make me happy and sad.
Only he knows how I grow, die, and like a phoenix rise out
of ashes into flames.. I am just as the forest, as its nature.
No one ever quite catches the deepest unknown but they
wish to walk in its darkness, beneath its rich and ripe cypresses.
Without a body I am not taken, I am con-science; heaven and
hell intertwined in my dead spine. Pillars hold me high in this
layered soft wet gauze, it smoothens like water, like ice, like
fire, like wind, like maple saps clear and pale. How soft and
tender I am. Yet I belong to the abyss of transformation traveling
to a point; I am no longer here, nor there, I am everywhere.
words and image by Vanessa Matic
