Life moves at an amazing pace, it is fleeting, and if we don’t stop and find our center now and then we will lose ourselves in the hustle and bustle.
In almost ever village, town, city, mega city, there is a park, often a grove, surrounded by trees that block ones view of the speed that the city life moves at. These places both old and young. Left to their own growth or managed by humans. Are connection points to nature, to world as whole. There is a quiet solitude that can be reach in this place. A place of thought, a place of prayer, a place of mediation.
In The Grove – Poem by Kewayne Wadley
I revere you when I lay in your grove
I am but in an infinity of comfort.
Sealed in open space,
It is in this grove I am found.
I dance in the graduation of being.
The expansion of reverence.
A love affair in complete darkness
Before the height of merchant eyes,
Peeking over the horizon.
This moment becoming more precious, more scarce.
I revere you in the occasion that we are firmly planted in the ground.
Just below the grove I am laid
Just below the surface we are rooted.
We are felt.
Our survival depends on it.
Without you I cannot begin to exist
When your heart is troubled, when you have heavy decisions to make, this is the place to go to make them. Let the calmness sooth you inner turmoil and for a few minutes of time tap into nature, open your mind up to receive the message that you need not necessarily the one you want.
Agnitio Veritas Macto
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