jungle of words

weaving words of wisdom
in a languid luscious leaf-strewn
garden of life
and the path
meanders
sometimes connecting
and the other
leads into nowhere
yet in nowhere
the teeming tumultuous tale of life
surrounds
and i listen
to the voice of the jungle

borneo

beyond............

beyond the cities and towns,
beyond the roads and the electricity wires
beyond airconditioning and refrigeration
beyond civilization and society
............. the jungle

how much of human nature is affected by the jungle that lays quietly sleeping just beyond the realm of your thought?

is the jungle like your subconscious, teeming with a myriad of weaving energies?

if you entered into the jungle of your mind would you enter without fear, without trepidation?