my teachers creek under the weight of their own wisdom
solemnly their branches sway
as anemones,
moved by the balanced breath of the tides
my gaze aims high
humbled by giants
shrouded in sacred sounds of rustling leaves and stems that sigh –
lauding my return
out here, beneath the tall shelter of green,
water is everywhere
leaves let go the tears of rain,
each trunk a delta
downward to silent streams – clear
as crystal veins
the soles of my feet kissed cool by the moss and
trickles and pools that glimmer
and I laugh at her fluidity
as she is never a moment the same
in this humid, lush asylum
hushed by her embrace
I rise and re-align
she pulsates
vibrates
shivers
and is
all around
and knows why I came,
cleansing me
of what was never mine
a touch on wood to find words again,
yet in stillness I reside
for there is no need for voices here
with a mere single touch
I remember my language lost
only at last
that feeling of belonging
I gather the light in my palms,
draw
from the divine above
feed
from the earth below
steer the currents round in me
breathing
expanding
and seeing
that only ever
all along
we were
and we will be
we are
as
one
