The Trees Remember Who You Are
Expect to be in service,
meeting ever in a continuity of sense making, distance making and hopeful waiting.
Picture the anchoring ways that sit upon us,
as we loosen our sails into nourished doing.
Touch your awareness, touch your human worth;
this time of mirrored interactions that celebrate your relationships,
with patience and alchemic robustness.
Give your regards to exercised voyages into qualities of darkness;
navigate instead by the turmoil in your pained heart and compassion.
Feel your nature, from your feet to the fallen limbs,
that carry you into your evenings of clash and comfort.
Parallel your secret life, the forces which trust your ground,
which compels you to find yourself in the fog of your lostness,
until the trees remember who you are.
