so inspired
by the words of the buddhaminds before me i wandered out of the drudgery of books and vague ambitions and into the fresh air of this unseasonably warm winter afternoon. as if in a trance i followed the sidewalk to the farthest door and then past it into the grass and the trees beyond. by the time i had stumbled 30 yards into the forest i was in another world. my worries, obligations, hopes, and even my self were like dreams that i could barely remember and i was every great artist that ever lived and died; every buddha that pondered the illusions of reality while walking amidst the trees. by the time the college was out of view i had come upon a great divide in the forest through which powerlines ran. bringing 'power' to the powerless. the woods spoke to me in their silent language and they were sad. surrounded. they've watched their sisters being uprooted and cast aside to make room for our 'progress'. they cried out to me and my heart broke for them and for all the living things that have fallen victim to the human ego. so i sat for a moment and tried to meditate there in the fallen leaves, but my thoughts were persistent and i couldn't find peace. i was weary and the wind dancing with the trees whispered a melody that beckoned me to sleep. so i set my sweater on my pack and used it as a pillow, stretched out and lost myself to the infinite peace of the natural world.