Sacred

A hike into the Cascade Mountains, in image and verse.

Author’s note: It was a beautiful day for hiking here in Oregon, so I made a trek into the Mt. Hood wilderness — camera in hand, notebook and pen in my shirt pocket. This is my day, shared with you here, in image and verse. The photo is a shot of Lost Lake, through the trees, with Mt. Hood in reflection.

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Sacred

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my footfalls
drum the root chambers of the old growth

each step cushioned
by centuries of needle-drop
in this ancient forest

enjoying the rise and fall
twist and turn of the trail
I amble

feeling the smoothness of my walking stick
clutched comfortably in my right hand

an audible stir in the treetops

wind
wafting down the western Cascade slopes

invigorating

the steady rhythm of my footsteps

hypnotic

rounding a bend
brushing through waist-high fern
I crest a knoll
and stop

mesmerized

light drifts down dreamlike
filtered by the woodland canopy
settling golden around me

a power
a presence
is tangible

a breeze enfolds me

intoxicating

the scent of living earth
an addictive bouquet
cedar
Douglas fir
Ponderosa pine
moss
bark
loam
and ionized mountain air

my spirit rises
my being – weightless

I float away
lifted into oneness
wholeness

epiphonal

suddenly
I’m startled

a young doe bounds onto the trail
standing proud
golden in the light

she considers me briefly
then disappears
quick as a stolen glance
quiet as passing time

my eyes dart to find her
here then there
in vain

I catch a glimpse
silver-blue
shimmering
where massive trees part

wind-blown mountain water
crisp
clear
it sparkles

Lost Lake
the namesake of this trail
my reason for this trek into wilderness

climbing a boulder at trail’s edge
I sit
pull my legs under me
lean forward
elbows on knees

I face lake-ward
basking in the energy
of this natural cathedral

I become very still
listening
gazing

just being

in rapt wonderment
at the magnificence that surrounds me

this place is my church
this moment is my prayer

I am in touch with my soul

with the eternal

• • •

rob kistner © 2007


58 thoughts on “Sacred”

  1. Sorceress

    Thank you!

    Yes, this part of the world in which I am blessed to live, is a source of great inspiration!

  2. What a wonderful photo! It’s so beautiful I almost forgot to scroll down to the poem! I enjoyed the poem a lot too – you sense of awe around nature is obvious. Too many people have lost it.

  3. Juliet

    Thank you!

    The natural world is the only source of awe on this temporal plane.  Human constructs, while interesting, pale in comparison.

  4. Gautami

    I’m glad I could add to your day!

    No intrusion, I took all of you along — my pleasure! 😉

  5. Oh, words fail me. I’m glad they did not fail you.

    I have family in Oregon and have been to the wilderness you so eloquently describe.

  6. morning Rob, thanks for sharing. this is incredibly lovely. what must it be like to have this near you all the time? I live in the woods by a stream and i find that soothing – but this – oh my.

    I am in touch/with my soul

    yes, you are. i have sensed that about you. how nice are blog friendships?

  7. I have always believed that God’s greatest church is outside in a forest, by a lake, looking at mountain tops. Beautiful poem. I love the imagery of light that drifts down – dreamlike.

    Out of all the States, Oregon is one that I would really love to visit one day.

  8. Hi Rob. Stellar photo. Your poem speaks on my behalf. My church is the natural world and the Mount Hood Wilderness in one of my favorite places to worship. I’m going to send your link to my hiking buddy! Well done!

  9. Ah, it’s so wonderful to live in the northwest, amongst the snow-kissed Cascades! I loved your poem because nature has this effect on me, too. You described it so perfectly, and I love that you talked about it being sacred–that set the whole tone. The picture? Truly magnificent!

  10. That was lovely. I’ve gone on hikes too (Yosemite) and you’ve captured the feeling one gets being in the middle of nature.
    Thanks

  11. I love moments like that, coming out of the trees to see the lake and vista beyond. You captured the feelings perfectly. And the smells – the wonderful aroma of cedar and pine. It makes me yearn to get back into wildnerness hiking.

  12. Rob, your form felt like hiking and pausing to feel your surroundings. Excellent picture and verse! I live and hour east of Tahoe fire with this same beauty.

  13. Pauline

    How wonderfully kind… thank you!

    The you understand the impact this part of the country has on the soul… 😉

  14. Sasha

    Thank you!

    Sounds like you live in a wonderful space… 😉

    My wife Kathy and I are blessed to reside here in this little corner of god’s country — Kathy introduced me to the Pacific Northwest… just one of the many reasons I love my wife!

    Despite anything else it may or may not offer — the internet allows people from around the globe to share their experiences, and their ‘souls’… I truly enjoy it!

  15. Tara

    The photo was taken from a remote, but popular vista along the trail I was hiking.  It’s a wonderful stop along the way.

    Glad to have shared my little walk in the woods… and glad you enjoyed it! 😉

  16. Christina

    It’s in unspoiled nature that I find my spirit, my bliss… I am pleased you enjoyed this! 😉

    You should come and visit this wonderful piece of paradise. Make certain you get to the Oregon coast… the trip on 101 along the ocean is gorgeous!

    If you ever decide to come this way, let me know in advance… I will send you a prioritized itinerary of places to visit and things to see here in our state. It will take you many months to get to all of them — but you can pick the ones you want to include in your trip.

  17. Deb

    Thank you!

    I know you share this magical ‘neck-of-the-woods’, so you understand my joy… 😉

    The photo was taken from a popular vista along the trail that wraps around Lost Lake — there are many on that hike.

    The clearing and boulder upon which I was sitting is about half the way around the lake, shortly after you cross the wetlands on the hand-built wooden bridge. It’s in the natural cathedral clearing in the oldest growth part of the trail.  You come to it about a 1/4 mile beyond the bridge.

    Believe me, you will know when you come to it!!

  18. You have used some of my favorite images here…the loamy springy earth. As if we are all on a trampoline..Gaining velocity and height with every step. These were certainly steps towards the heavens. I love Oregon.

  19. CG

    I appreciate your kind words!

    Yes… the snow-kissed Cascades, the Pacific coast, the Columbia Gorge, the Yamhill wine country, the central Oregon high desert, the incredible Willamette valley, the Crater Lake area… the Pacific Northwest in general — sacred is the only effective way to describe all of it!

    I pray it does not fall too quickly to the abuse of humankind… that is the actual prayer I offer up when I am in the midst of all this natural beauty!

  20. Anna

    Thank you!

    Yes, yes… Yosemite! …awesome… you are very fortunate to be able to hike this beautiful part of the world… 😉

  21. D R

    Thank you!

    Yes, I love the fragrances of the woods — very intoxicating to me.

    You should get out and take a little walk into wilderness… it’s good for the soul… 😉

  22. Tammy

    I’m pleased you were able o experience this with me… glad to have had you along! 😉

    The Tahoe area is wonderful — love to visit there.

  23. Wendy

    Isn’t it amazing to walk on such resilient earth… I love it! 🙂

    You have fun in the Bahamas with Michael!

    Bring back some photos and post them on your blog.

  24. Wow–your words completely transported me to that spot: “wind/wafting down/the western Cascade slopes.” I know that feeling! Thanks for the mini-vacation; the whole piece is beautiful.

  25. Rob,
    Your words vividly sketch an image of your spiritual amble and the magnificent photo completes the whole scene. Many reflections to bring renewal. Very well done!
    rel

  26. Rel

    Thank you my friend!

    I relish immersing myself in pure nature — it is both cleansing and reaffirming… wonderful renewal!

  27. Hi Rob! Your spectacular photo and soul-resonating words took me on a really beautiful journey. Thank you so much. And the line “this moment is my prayer” is really cool.

  28. Clare

    Glad to have been your guide!

    You are welcome… 😉

    My oneness with nature is my prayer… the only one that resonates with my soul.

  29. The lines “…cushioned / by centuries of needle-drop” reminds me of one of the most magical parts of a pine forest to me. That cushion is so comforting to walk on.

    I totally understand how this is your prayer. And that photo — spectacular! I know the real thing is even more amazing. I’ve heard Oregon is beautiful, and I’ve never been there.

  30. Kristin

    I appreciate your kind words!

    Walking the floors of the old growth forests is like walking on something enchanted, something nurturing, its like floating… an enlivening experience apart from this world — it is truly magical.

    It makes the spirit lighter and puts a smile on the face… and walking under the canopy of an old growth forest, high above your head, is utterly transforming.

    It is my prayer!

  31. Hello Rob,
    I enjoyed this visual and verbal treat. I felt like I was walking with you. (I also enjoy taking photographs; this is stunning!)
    (I’m here via Poetry Thurs.) Enjoy your weekend. 🙂

  32. From your description, this must have been a magical day. Hi to Artheo from Florian, I like how you have put links to all the blogs in your sidebar, though there would need to be a lot of scrolling down to find my poem – perhaps I need to add it in my sidebar under Florian’s photo, as you have done with yours.

  33. Gel

    Thank you!

    Nice to meet you, and it is a pleasure to have you along… 😉

    I will come discover your site.

  34. Catherine

    It was very magical, thanks! 😉

    Having Florian and his poem in the sidebar is an excellent idea.

    Including the poem/prose in the sidebar, I thought, was part of the original instructions from Seamus when we became lions. Or maybe, because I saw many of the poems/prose displayed this way, I assumed it was part of the instructions — I’m uncertain now?

  35. seven short years separate us. but age has no bearing. not when you walk in the hills and the mountains. the valleys and the dales. i have no problem with people who believe in a creator, no problem at all for when you walk ‘out there’ you become aware that in the grand scheme of things that we are very small and that there is a power far, far greater than us.
    excellent poem.

  36. CJ

    What is age? We have either been who we are longer or shorter than the rest who are still being…

    I am agnostic, it comes naturally to my questioning nature… so I have no opinion, one way or the other, regarding a creator.

    My spiritualism (that which evokes and stimulates my spirit) emanates from my experience of the world around me — most profoundly stirred by the wilderness of this planet upon which we spin.

    That is a thing far, far greater than us — and of which, we are a part. Yes, in the ‘grand scheme’ we personally are each but a microscopic part.

    It never ceases to amaze me, given how very small we are, how large a footprint, in the dust of time, some of us leave. Though it all blows away eventually, some of these footprints do manage to lead the species for a while, along a traceable path in the time space continuum.

    In this way, we all have the potential of being ‘creators’, on a scale larger than that of linear procreation. In that way, we all have, I believe, a responsibility to bring our best to our living. In that light, I plan to put a permanent link to your “whispering grass” blog — once my blog here has been fully updated.

    Well, I muse — but thank you for the compliment regarding this piece.

  37. What a beautiful place. I like the idea of Mount Hood, as it is a family name of mine. The poem is lovely too, especially on the scents, I can smell the cedar, even through this cold.

  38. Anna

    Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and photo!

    Please get well quickly… 😉

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