Find the genuine answer to the mysterious question: prompt

The Shade of the Woods

For Yael

In the shades of the wood, I feel uneasy, The path is no more visible, I am getting lost, afraid the night eventually would come Finding me in darker shades and stranger noises. And yet I know deep inside, I have to go through this darkness to find my genuine tipping point.

I don’t want to panic, just I will sat on the moss Breathing without any thoughts. Yet some stories Are arising in my mind about people lost forever.

I concentrate on my breathing, inducing roots Through the soft moss, till the darkest deepness In the soil. Now I am connected and warm, Breathing the plain smell of the underwood. My uneasyness is clearing, I feel now at home. The sun pierces the clouds guiding me to the other side. In the fringes I will find my true and warm community.

In response to the secret question by Yael Wolfe from