Letters From The Forest 🌳

Collection of heartfelt poems inspired by living in a Magical Forest.

The experiences are gifts to the community The documentation is the gift to the world. Trust and manifest. Open. Flow. Let go. Be. Just be. And watch the life unfold in the most unexpected and beautiful ways. It's a dance with the Universe and we're co-creating more than just a few steps of a life worth-living


About “Letters from the Forest”

I look at the Moon showing for the first time through the gap between the trees

I turn and see the city lights in the distance twinkling

And as I sink into the sound of roaring waves relentlessly crushing the rocks below I instantly know which view is my home


About “Letters from the Forest”

Am I pushing my agenda or co-creating with you? It's hard to live the talk but asking myself this question gives me hope it's like meditation: I lose myself but eventually notice and gently bring my focus back to the meditation object which in this case is being and creating together

with practice these loops of distraction are getting shorter and maybe one day I'll let go fully of the subconscious belief that my idea is the best one because I know that it is not and I want to really listen to your part with a wide open heart and embrace the fact that I can do it on my own but it's so much more fulfilling to do it together with you


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Today I left the Forest to connect with the family on the island I observed some unspoken tensions and a deep feeling of connection.

We're not a perfect family, but we know that we're in it together we're in it for the long game and... that is enough.


About “Letters from the Forest”

I'm getting my geopolitical updates from the Land I'm getting my geopolitical updates from the Land The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, the change is coming now The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, the change is coming now

I am the stone, I am the tree I am a part of everything I am the ant I am the bee I am the world, I am the dream

I am the soil, my spirit sings I am the leaf, there is no me The space we make in harmony opens up infinity

I'm getting my geopolitical updates from the Land I'm getting my geopolitical updates from the Land The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, the change is coming now The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, the change is coming now


This is actually a song and I sing it in this video.


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I wanted to hug you but I had a fever last night So I thought it's best to not touch you.

I might be contaminated with Fear.

I don't want you to get it.


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You're not even real and yet we've met yesterday in the place I least expected to meet you.

In one brief encounter everything (and nothing) changed I came back vibrating with energy you shared with me

I don't know what's next because I don't know how to reach you but I'd like to see you again if you ever choose to reappear.


About “Letters from the Forest”

I dance between my different selves analogue and digital present and numb stuck and otherworldly

It's funny to be them all at any given time and float beyond what I think makes me and see what awaits me as the many selves that I thought to be separate merge into one lump of I

I see that, and I can't help not to cry from laughter what a joke of a guy am I

A mixed-bag, an idealist, an intellectual masturbator, and egocentric exhibit of faults of character and pollutor extraordinaire and more

Damn. How can I be? It's hard for me to see through the shame and guilt of all the silly shit that was so completely unnecessary and yet I did it still, well, not all, in fact, as fear prevented me numerous times from doing all the good stuff I knew I should have done.

What a joke, holy smoke, there's so much wasted potential and even if I'm aware of it nothing comes of it and I keep on wasting it, deliberately, on a daily basis. Good stuff.

Why? Why not. I can. Can I? How could I? I don't really know (obviously, can't even answer a simple question) I just sorta kinda do. Continuously waste potential. It's tragic, really, ironic and funny. ha ha So I laugh and cry at this silly I

It's what I am I guess what I get to work with I fail way too often but I try (well, at times I do) And these parts of me are me, still me, but luckily there's more to what shapes me into this momentary expression of the Universe unfolding through my silly selves

That feeling gives me hope and courage to embrace all the parts and dance together awkwardly, loosing the rhythm, tripping over my own constantly untying shoelaces but perhaps that's okay there's always another day, no – moment, second, this precise one in fact, when I get to make an informed, conscious decision which self to manifest as me in the present and how to be in the world right now and now and now and now ... ad infinitum


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Thank you for the waves flowing from your heart captured so beautifully in the snapshot of this moment that's now in the past


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I see you but it's more of what I feel when I'm with you that makes me want to take care of you for a long time. Enough for an orchard to grow.

I don't want to own you (what a messed up idea that is anyway) but rather be with you and see what would sprout from our symbiotic relationship

You would change me, I can tell And I would change you too nurturing, supporting, and cleaning the wounds we carry from previous relationships

You would never owe me I would never own you

Instead we'd be one: Me and the Land.


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