There was a time, a time when beauteous
calm the forest breathed,
our hearts to soothe and charm.
For Lithuanians relish calm and ease
as lush grass relishes a gentle
breeze
that stirs dark ripples as it passes by:
We often weep in woods, not knowing why,
for it is there we feel pain is eased,
the heart soothed and anxiety appeased;
Warm tears born of a sentiment unique,
come rolling then like pearl dew down the
cheek.
Long afterwards our lungs breathe forest
air,
our breast as gently stirs as pines do
there.
Such deep tranquility pervades the soul;
it bows as wheat ears do when ripe and
whole.
This is the source from which our tears
and sighs,
our solace and our poetry arise.
Where are they now, those hallowed groves
of yore,
long since destroyed, though no one knows
wherefore?
Perhaps Jageillo, just baptised, cut them,
so the homeland would no longer serve the
beloved Gods.
From Puntukas to leave many Oaks,
the people revered as a great sanctuary,
living in unity, with faith in the beloved
Gods,
many monuments they've left throughout the
forests.
Such was the forest
Expanses green and shaded met the view,
the trees all merging in one vista grand,
as Lithuanian hearts in one homeland.
Antanas Baranausksas-1856
This poem expresses a little of how ingrained this love of the bush
and rainforest is for me, being an Australian Lithuanian. I was 16 years old
when I learnt from my grand mother, that I was, in fact, Lithuanian and that
I have always been drawn to nature, not knowing why, and I now
have a deeper understanding of the reasons why I have always been drawn. Nature,
rock and water have their own individual power and life force. A person
meditating or praying at these places can feel their palpable energy that will
add peace, stillness and power to any energy workings. However, when in a
place where nature, rock and water exist together, a vortex of power exists
that enable attuned people, to commune with the Gods, Goddesses, Totems, Guides
and Spirits of nature. Yeola in
Over 27 years, between the ages of 16 and 43, I
would regularly return to a place called Yeola
(meaning,"flat rock"), which is a little pocket of rainforest in
*Sitting in the warm rock pool as a storm rolls into the valley. I
was grappling with a personal issue and come here for guidance. I hear distant
screeching and look up to see 2 Eagles circling far above me.Thunder rumbles
and I just know what I need to do.
*Another time, I was blessed by Fire Flies which elated me and
confirmed that I was on the right path.
*Crawling on all fours through the rainforest reminds me that I am
an unequipped visitor to this world and I am the one who must adapt.
*I was going through some issues with venomous people at my work
so I returned to Yeola. While I was camped in among the trees, I hear the most
beautiful bird song coming from the deep canopy. I could hear my inner voice
tell me that I need to be like this bird and sing my song, hidden in the safety
of the canopy or plain view. I understood the message and thanked the Gods.
Later, I was down by the river and I saw a beautiful little red breasted bird
fly from the safety of the canopy, into the open, across the river and then
into the safety of the canopy once again. I was confused considering my first
message but soon understood that it was ok to fly the gauntlet and show my colours,
so to speak, but not stay too long to become a target for unkind people who
chose to be predators.
I hope you enjoyed discovering what the forest/bush/rainforest
means to me and I could write much more! I moved to