“An old man's story
is written
in the lines
on his face;
an old trail's story
is written
in the lines
on the face of the earth.”
This is an old trail -
a well trodden path.
Each one
who walked here
has their own
story to tell.
a well trodden path.
Each one
who walked here
has their own
story to tell.
It was
a sunny
afternoon,
but it was also
drizzling.
The earth
was damp
with the
intermittent
showers
of rain.
a sunny
afternoon,
but it was also
drizzling.
The earth
was damp
with the
intermittent
showers
of rain.
glistened with the drops
of rain reflecting
the sunshine.
Their leaves were dripping.
A blast of chilly air
hit me.
The weather
became downcast.
The ongoing romance
of the sunshine
and the rain
made the ambiance
of the trail moody –
a refreshing drama
for my mushroom walk.
I believed
that I once lived
in enchanted
mushrooms.
Hence, I do the trails
for my mushroom walks.
My finding
each one
is a moment
of a happy
coming
home!
I search
for them,
anywhere,
everywhere.
for them,
anywhere,
everywhere.
I find them
in nooks
or crevice.
Whatever form
delights me;)
in nooks
or crevice.
Whatever form
delights me;)
They beam
with pride,
I know..
as I seek
them out
under the cover
of pine needles
or rotten leaves.
with pride,
I know..
as I seek
them out
under the cover
of pine needles
or rotten leaves.
They come
in various forms
of exquisiteness.
It was good
to touch them
and get them
close.
in various forms
of exquisiteness.
It was good
to touch them
and get them
close.
They give out
that scent
of the
underworld.
They break
from the earth
in mystical
forms.
from the earth
in mystical
forms.
Admittedly,
I do not know
which one
is edible
or which is toxic.
I do not intend
to gather them,
anyway.
I just wanted
to look.
They look like UFOs -
Some kind of
flying saucers.
These mushrooms
still intrigue me
as before.
I connect them
with the many stories
I have read
and the storyline
recreated
in my head.
I appreciate
the journey.
And I am
extremely
grateful.
I am aware
of how
the simple things
impact my life.
It defines
existence.
It connects
to the early stages
of wonderment!
Not all paths
are easy.
This one
may be
well trodden
but some parts
are slippery.
Focusing
on each step
however,
misses those
hangings
above.
And they too,
are beautiful!
The ferns
and mosses
in the woods
give out
a soulful
energy.
Looking closely,
the intersections
of the veins
of ferns
are like
the crossing paths
of life.
Confusion
of which
direction
to follow
may lead
to disillusionment.
It is important
to mature,
so that
in spite
of errors,
we may
still
follow
the way.
I appreciate the path
of this moody trail.
Each moment
of the mushroom walk
offers a choice
that has an ability
to lead to wonderment
and harmony,
even if the clouds
started to spill
the rain.
And I had
to seek cover.
Keeping calm.
Taking a rest.
Catching a breath.
Taking time.
Pursuing goals
while appreciating
is productive.
Little things
mean a lot.
Simple things
matter.
Every decision,
Every thought,
Every error,
Has bearings
In life!
Mushrooms come
in different forms,
sizes, and colors.
Here is what
they may symbolize:
I am
stuck
on
you.
I
will
keep
holding
on.
I came
into this
world
pure.
With love
burning
at my core.
Keep
your feet
on the
ground
and you
won't be
carried
away.
No amount
of dirt
affects me.
I broke
the ground
shielded by
my shining
armor.
I came
in this world
worthy
of who I am,
a humble
mushroom
in my
true
form!
A heart
that is..
for
love,
love,
love;)
There
are adversaries to challenge my existence, but I would win them over when I stand straight with my own feet.
Destruction
may come.
Decide to
look at it
as positive.
“God didn't promise
days
without pain,
laughter
without sorrow,
sun
without rain,
but He did promise
strength
for the day,
comfort
for the tears,
and light for the way.”
“God didn't promise
days
without pain,
laughter
without sorrow,
sun
without rain,
but He did promise
strength
for the day,
comfort
for the tears,
and light for the way.”
God is
out there
when you
fall
and
break
to pieces.
"You
are my
fortress,
my refuge
in times
of trouble"
Psalm 59:16
of color
at the
end of
my
mushroom
walk
on this
moody
trail!
On
my
way
home.
Rain
poured
again.
about
the
rain:
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes
After the rain,
After
all the
walk,
rain is
refreshingly
delicious;)
God.
Qoute on The Old Trails West by Moody, Ralph
Photos were taken at the Brent School Trails, Baguio City, Philippines
With Richard D. Egmalis and Zabi, the Siberian Husky
By Lepan July 2012
Photos were taken at the Brent School Trails, Baguio City, Philippines
With Richard D. Egmalis and Zabi, the Siberian Husky
By Lepan July 2012