The river flows slowly,
Serenely, guiding the paths.
Moving toward a void
That is yet to be known.

It is of the threads,
And as strong as the
Sword pulled from the stone.

The trees guide me
On their forest path –
Away from society,
Riches, and math.

They are of Gaia –
They are the maps.

Lead me away
From this disarray.
The madness that
Consumes life.

Guide me with
A gentle hand,
Prove to me I can,
Get past all the strife.

The wood with
Pure water
Calls to me –
Tells me to face
True reality.

No madness,
No sadness,
Stop dreaming!
Come to the source
And start being.