The Jungle



Do you see the smoke signals on the horizon?

Well, pay them no heed for now

They speak in a mystery language

Known only to initiates


Answer the call of the jungle

There are so many who live on the outskirts

As their parents did,

And their parents before them

Will you be one of those?

One of those who answers the call half-heartedly?

Content simply to sit at the edge of the fire,

Without knowing the god that lives inside?


No, of course not

You have already passed by their cozy houses

Their little-pains and little-pleasures

You have already pushed through the thorny thicket

And warily watched the slithering snakes

As they go about their own lives

Unperturbed by your presence


And what have you found in the jungle of your heart?

What deep secret called you from the heart of the jungle?

Was it some monster that lurked there?

A pile of gold, perhaps?

No, no, we know that’s not it.

Nor was there a person there,

Nor a god,

Not even a mirror.

What you found there was a clearing…

Yes, a clearing in the jungle–

Perhaps even a meadow.


This clearing is yours to do with as you will

You can build a home there,

Should you choose.

You could build a hospital,

Or a tea-house,

An orphanage, even.

You could build nothing.

You could simply sit and enjoy its open-ness.

There is no one there to tell you what to do with it,

But others will come if you invite them.

They will love your clearing.

But you are under no obligation to tell anyone.

Here, you are perfectly free.

This is the jungle’s gift to you–

Your reward for loving the jungle enough

To dive into it.


I love you,

I have always loved you,

Love, the clear still lake,

Obscured by a wraith-like mist

That was never really there

To begin with


From your peaceful clearing

You notice, once again,

The smoke signals on the horizon

And you understand their mystery language

Which, it turns out, was never such a mystery

But you were not willing to understand

Ah, this dream is melting away

Something is calling me back home

And my soul is ready to let go

And like the smoke, the world drifts away

And in deep, deep sleep

You finally awake



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