WORDS OF WISDOM: Komorebi – Take Yourself to the Forest – Just Being

By Neal Lemery

Komorebi: The interplay of light and leaves as the sun shines through the trees.

Into this place, this space

Open to light, streaming, flowing

Straight light, angled, shaded, scattered in part

By and through

Leaves of trees, trunks, and limbs

Dancing onto the ground, my face

In all the colors in this place.

Quiet here, except birdsong and breeze,

All that is not human,

And leaves, rustling, murmuring

Gathering and scattering the light.

I take it all in, absorbing

Marveling,

Me only a small insignificance,

A mere witness

To magnificence,

Awe.

No word in my language to describe it

I rely on the Japanese

Komorebi

—Neal Lemery 3/28/2023

When I am in need of quiet and contemplation, space to sort things out and regain my perspective on life, or simply work through a difficult and challenging problem, I take myself to the forest. I seek out the quiet, off the “beaten path” places, and look to immerse myself into that experience, into what I call the purity of nature.

Unpolluted by human activity, the real forest experience seems uncomplicated, where time takes on a different existence, where process is not measured by modern culture, but by the incremental pace of natural life.

“Slow down” is the message I soon experience, until I start thinking that my human concept of time is actually toxic, harmful to other life forms. And after I move into the “slow down” mode, I start listening. I listen and begin to hear the silence, and then the subtle sounds of forest life and being. A breeze in the trees, a bird song, the almost inaudible sound of a small twig falling or the faint sounds of moving water. The chaos and sound clutter of modern life ebbs away, and I am left to again discover the calm of natural sounds, and the rhythm of the real world.

In the quiet, I hear myself breathe, hear my footsteps, hear the noises of the forest, its inhabitants, the breeze, leaves, animals, the now familiar sounds of this world. And, I wonder why I don’t go there more often, to just be, to sit with the natural quiet, to feel the rhythms of the real world. I can hear myself think and I become reacquainted with my thoughts, my true “self”.

What I had thought important and worrisome a half hour ago, is now just noise that is fading away into the background, to be set aside so that I can again hear the sounds of the forest, and feel at peace. Human problems and worries diminish in this visit to nature, and what is really important in life re-emerges, comes out of its hiding places, and takes center stage in my brain.

All is good. All is well. All is calm.

I take some breaths, feeling myself breathe, feeling a deep sense of relaxation, of ease, of the flowing away of tensions and stress. I am in a good place, a place of peace. Tranquility. And in all that, I am comforted, put at ease.

The simplicity of all this, the minimalist being of all this, astonishes me. No money changed hands, it was little effort to come here, and to quiet myself, and begin to notice things, and to not notice the things that had been pressuring, irritating me. I could simply be a being that noticed, that observed, that was present. A being focusing on existing, on experiencing the quiet and the spirit of the forest. I was in simplicity, and it was good.

Part of my brain, freed at least for a while from the tyranny of being in “work mode” and being the analyzer and problem solver, worked in the background, and I found myself picking up my brain’s solutions and answers to what had been troubling challenges. I wasn’t very conscious of that thinking, but the answers and paths to solution came forward. It was easy and I just found myself accepting that I was getting some answers, that troubling problems had solutions, and I wasn’t struggling to find them. I was calm, in touch with myself, with the world, and in my focus on where I was at, what I was experiencing in the forest, somehow opened the door to my human world tasks.

I breathed again, deep, and unfocused. I was simply “being” not doing.

Again, I realized I needed to be a being and not a doing. The creatures and spirits in the forest were all beings, and not doings. I could be like them. I could learn from them, how to live, how to be, how to be immersed in my existence. How I could just be alive.

And that was enough. No great expectations, no objectives. Just be alive and feel.

The forest did not sit in judgment of me, or evaluate, assess, critique. I could just be. Myself. I could just be myself, without expectation.

Whatever purpose, whatever mission I had come to the forest for this day, was accomplished. I sensed a new feeling of satisfaction, of accomplishment. Maybe not tangible, maybe nothing I could check off a box about, but I had come for what I needed. And it was good. It was enough.

I breathed again, and gave thanks to the forest where I sat, and was filled with gratitude, and with a sense of completeness, of accomplishment. Not in the human, “civilized” sense, but deeper than that, a sense of wellbeing in my soul.