In the Jungle
The shadows are dark – the air is damp and hot;
The forest thick with tall palm and kapok tree.
Where moss grows on most trunks
And spiral vines hang free.
Where the dabbled leaves in sunlight sing
A patient and wondrous rhythmic song;
With harvests of silence in-between
Ringing truth that in this moment I do belong.
Intrigued I enter a man-made trail
Walking gently on Mother earth awake and aware
So many wondrous sites, sounds and smells,
I smile, enjoy the beauty, and silently declare
I love this adventure! Granting temporary freedom from ego indenture.
Then there! – broad, beak toucans fly and catch my eye!
They call two young fledglings who are drinking
From a hollow of tree branch nearby.
Spider monkeys jump and howler monkeys yell
Loud warnings of territorial realms
Sounds meant to frighten and repel
Their cry deepens then overwhelms
I look higher and spot a three-toed sloth that rests
In the highest treetop, peaceful, still
Living the moment in the leaves as nature requests
Ignoring the monkeys’ shrill.
I pause and listen again to the jungle’s song;
Grateful knowing that even after I leave this place
I’ll remember Mother Nature’s generous spirit, varied and strong
Offering wonderful adventures for all to embrace;
And no matter where I am
A patient and wondrous rhythmic song
With harvests of silence in-between
Rings truth that in this moment I do belong.
The jungles of Panama – beautiful!
In the hope You find Love close at hand, Portia SLB
Science of Being 