By Maya Green
The prevailing night
Has consumed the last of the rays
The tears of the setting sun felt
By the foot of Mt Kuli
Like a pitch black shroud
Enveloping a green paradise
Which will be unveiled
Again with the morning mist
As it begins
Its transient rise
On the morrow
But now for the moment note
To get a feel of the forest
Just for a short sojourn
A walk in the dark
Into the night’s own domain
Nothing to see
Save what the torch reveals
Or is it
What you choose to see?
Can’t you savour
Just the sound of the forest?
Though strange and unfamiliar
But not unnerving
For to observe or being
observed
It doesn’t matter much
For we are one
The seeing and the unseen
All part of the same nature
Just as the night or day
Though different
Nonetheless we are one
For that, my friend
Is the true nature of things
So I wrote in my eBook
