What is the way to the woods, how do you go there?
By
climbing up through the six days’ field,
kept in all the body’s years, the
body’s
sorrow, weariness, and joy. By passing through
the narrow gate on
the far side of that field
where the pasture grass of the body’s life gives
way
to the high, original standing of the trees.
By coming into the
shadow, the shadow
of the grace of the strait way’s ending,
the shadow of
the mercy of light.
Why must the gate be narrow?
Because you cannot pass beyond
it burdened.
To come into the woods you must leave behind
the six days’
world, all of it, all of its plans and hopes.
You must come without weapon or
tool, alone,
expecting nothing, remembering nothing,
into the ease of
sight, the brotherhood of eye and leaf.
~ Wendell Berry ~
(A Timbered
Choir)