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The round dance of incense and the murmur in the cedar forest
This scent is strange. And strangely good. Here lives an old magician, who means well with the visitors, in an ancient cedar forest.
"So this must be it," I think, "the gateway to the sorcerer's woods...
when I see tall laurel trees and juniper bushes leaving an "entrance" free.
Only a wobbly wooden gate with a sliding bar between the trunks.
Carefully I enter the terrain and can already perceive all the scents of the woods.
I am surrounded by all sorts of stately cedars, and their bluish pinnapped tops create the same bluish light where the sun penetrates.
It's cool here. Pleasantly cool.
A little away from me, in the middle of the cedar grove, lies a kind of clearing.
It is circular and in its center there is a hut.
From her now come fogglegleche, slender figures, led by an ancient, white-haired man, supported by a knotty wooden stick, doc h he is still very agile.
The figures all have a bowl in their hands in which incense lies.
The "old one" gives the first one a fire to light, and he passes it on in turn until all the shells emit smoke.
"Oh, what a fragrance!!! " I call out to the crowd with pleasure, without any shyness.
I can almost feel the "good intentions" of this strange looking round dance.
Now I become more and more calm and relaxed, and suddenly I find myself among the dancers. All have a friendly, benevolent face and murmur into the night ahead. The scent of the cedar has long since mixed with the aroma of the incense and "intoxicates" all those present. Fine mists rise, wonderfully fragrant, and let everyone dream.....
"So this must be it," I think, "the gateway to the sorcerer's woods...
when I see tall laurel trees and juniper bushes leaving an "entrance" free.
Only a wobbly wooden gate with a sliding bar between the trunks.
Carefully I enter the terrain and can already perceive all the scents of the woods.
I am surrounded by all sorts of stately cedars, and their bluish pinnapped tops create the same bluish light where the sun penetrates.
It's cool here. Pleasantly cool.
A little away from me, in the middle of the cedar grove, lies a kind of clearing.
It is circular and in its center there is a hut.
From her now come fogglegleche, slender figures, led by an ancient, white-haired man, supported by a knotty wooden stick, doc h he is still very agile.
The figures all have a bowl in their hands in which incense lies.
The "old one" gives the first one a fire to light, and he passes it on in turn until all the shells emit smoke.
"Oh, what a fragrance!!! " I call out to the crowd with pleasure, without any shyness.
I can almost feel the "good intentions" of this strange looking round dance.
Now I become more and more calm and relaxed, and suddenly I find myself among the dancers. All have a friendly, benevolent face and murmur into the night ahead. The scent of the cedar has long since mixed with the aroma of the incense and "intoxicates" all those present. Fine mists rise, wonderfully fragrant, and let everyone dream.....
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