Forest Temple Arrangement

  • Brother sent me this, thought ya'll might enjoy it.



    Lyrics:


    Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,
    A moon overhead and stones at my feet,
    I walked through a veil of cypress and birch
    And came to a surface painted with leaves.


    Voiceless, a child appeared in the brush
    And smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned.
    But before I could speak, she ran to my side
    And knelt with a flow’r she placed in my hand.


    Dancing, singing, voices ringing
    Rising, falling, giving, being
    Waiting, growing, teaching, knowing
    Waxing, waning, ebbing, flowing


    Faces gaze upon me.
    Ageless figures come alive.


    Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,
    A moon overhead and stones at my feet,
    I walked through a veil of cypress and birch
    And came to a surface painted with leaves.


    Voiceless, a mother came with her child
    And smiled with a hush, all rosy and tanned.
    But before I could speak, she walked to my side
    And knelt with a key she placed in my hand.


    Without a sound, they mouthed the words of mystery,
    And I knew no translation for the history they gave to me.


    Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,
    A moon overhead and stones at my feet,
    I walked through a veil of cypress and birch
    And came to a surface painted with leaves.


    Voiceless, a crone appeared in the brush
    And smiled with a hush, all twisted and tanned.
    But before I could speak, she fell at my side
    And lifted a tome she placed in my hand.