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Cloaked in cascading green
Weeper and Watcher of the forest,
I know where you live.
Since the first time my eyes held you,
I was drawn to you irresistibly.
You stand with the wind waving gently.
Your enchantment swirls on the breeze,
grips me. Tugs me closer.
And closer still.
Until my surging veins and squirming heart thump
against your deep layers, rings of life.
Our exhales rise together.
Our hair long and wet with the pacific,
but yours, yours is ancient, igniting visions,
raising prayers in the dark shadows that dance with your shade.
I hear secrets about burials and births whispered under your boughs.
I tell you one of mine, about the bruise deep in my belly that never heals.
When it becomes too heavy
I fly to your branches.
Collapsing into your comfort.
My salty sorrows expressed make way for waxing surrender.
When I return to you I return to me,
soothing medicine the ancestors knew well.
My fingertips drip down your bark,
pressing appreciation into your feathery fineness.
We share tenderness. We trade silence.
Looking between the worlds.
For the pathways towards an
inexhaustible deepening into homeness
Weeper and Watcher of the forest,
I know where you live.
Since the first time my eyes held you,
I was drawn to you irresistibly.
You stand with the wind waving gently.
Your enchantment swirls on the breeze,
grips me. Tugs me closer.
And closer still.
Until my surging veins and squirming heart thump
against your deep layers, rings of life.
Our exhales rise together.
Our hair long and wet with the pacific,
but yours, yours is ancient, igniting visions,
raising prayers in the dark shadows that dance with your shade.
I hear secrets about burials and births whispered under your boughs.
I tell you one of mine, about the bruise deep in my belly that never heals.
When it becomes too heavy
I fly to your branches.
Collapsing into your comfort.
My salty sorrows expressed make way for waxing surrender.
When I return to you I return to me,
soothing medicine the ancestors knew well.
My fingertips drip down your bark,
pressing appreciation into your feathery fineness.
We share tenderness. We trade silence.
Looking between the worlds.
For the pathways towards an
inexhaustible deepening into homeness