atreesvoice

My breathe flows in deeply
as I rest on the earth
propped up by my sister Maple.
How lucky I am to be here,
welcomed by these friends in
and of the silence.

Will I succeed in harmonizing
with the vibration that needs
no intention or forethought?
My eyes close for a moment
in hopes of being more receptive,
but it shuts me off from the surroundings.

I am the eyes of this sisterhood,
as well the legs and the movement.
Here I know well that, though different,
I am a part of this place even in my going.
Humans too often believe in
conformity as a path to belonging.

To be in your true essence while
among others is the only way,
at least for me, to find a position in the world.
Anything other than that is manufactured
by thoughts and ‘should be’ rather than
pure existence from our nature.

Thoughts from people are useful
yet it is the purity of finding our way
from the heart that is being called when
longing presents itself again and again.
Yet we say “I don’t know. I don’t hear. I don’t see.”
And life goes on. And nature goes on. And your way, goes on.