Walking alone in the forest<\/p>\n
on Saint James\u2019s Way,<\/p>\n
I bathe in the light that streams<\/p>\n
through the fluttering tree leaves.<\/p>\n
It seems as if myriad, radiant beings<\/p>\n
are flowing within the light,<\/p>\n
some, swimming like sea anemones,<\/p>\n
create pathways in sun reflected sky.<\/p>\n
Soon all I could see was<\/p>\n
a ridge of dark tree trunks<\/p>\n
and like a halo behind them,<\/p>\n
marvelous blue space.<\/p>\n
And I felt there was nothing else<\/p>\n
but this brightness, reminding me<\/p>\n
of the beauteous sapphire world<\/p>\n
we have inherited as our own<\/p>\n
and where we have made our home<\/p>\n
and where we can feel<\/p>\n
the pleasure of happAiness<\/p>\n
and the peace of being<\/p>\n
at one with Nature.<\/p>\n
By Anthony Walstorm<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Late Afternoon Alone in the Forest Walking alone in the forest on Saint James\u2019s Way, I bathe in the light that streams through the fluttering tree leaves. It seems as if myriad, radiant beings are flowing within the light, some, swimming like sea anemones, create pathways in sun reflected sky. Soon all I could see […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":122,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n