I went out to the hazel wood,
drawn by the elaborate nomenclature,
of its trunks, branches, and leaves,
as if something stirring in the wind
called to my soul.

Because a fire was in my head,
I totally needed to find a path,
never before taken through these woods;
yet, to my utter dismay, every way
was already trodden with footsteps
of my predecessors.

Until the woods opened up
to a grove swept clean of the debris
from past ages, raked clean
by some heavenly angel,
who with tears, showed pity
towards me and my destiny.

For, I always search
within and without,
above and below
for a place to go,
that I can call home.

Published by Tzvi Fievel

I have B.A.'s in Psychology, and English; and, a certificate in psychophysical re-education; at current, I am exploring my third area of academic interest - ecology. My spiritual journey, through many transitions, culminated in taking the yoke of Heaven upon myself.

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