Forest Path: a kind of faith
There is more than one way out of the woods.
One way says that black does not exist without white
anymore than 'I' exists without 'Thou'.
The path my feet are on cannot be seen,
it winds beneath the undergrowth
while the random splattering of sunlight hints at revelations.
I never know where I am;
but knowing that the forest, the sky and I are one
means that I am never lost.
Text and photograph Copyright 2007 David H. Roche