Brave act

The way through these woods 
is not for the fainthearted.

It belongs to those brave souls 
who desire nothing more than to know —
to know how silence feels beneath their feet,
how spirits speak through the rustle of leaves,
how memories move through the hush,
soft as breath.

And when you pause,
when the wind stills and the world leans in,
you may feel it —
something older,
wiser and mightier,
listening back.

All that is asked of you
is the simplest, and bravest, act of all:
Pause. Listen. Be here.