Strolling through the forest,
What is ahead, is left behind
Steps after steps of thoughts dissolving into fear
I am directly next to the buzz of the crickets
The cracks of the woods
Hidden away from the sun, the green world
Dark but ancient
Silent yet reslient
Away are the temple bells and stupa drums
The horns of the sacred echo resounding deep within
I suddenly realise
You see what your mind can see
You hear what you want to hear
Is it the questions you bring or you bring yourself?
The door or the way back ?
Deep within the mysterious forest lies
Both the way out
And the way within
The doorway in or the way back?
Deep within the mysterious forest lies
Both the way out
And the way within!

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