Conversation with Trees

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As I walk, upwards I gaze

Ask the trees, “what’s your message today?”

Begin my speech with a grateful heart

As my conversation with trees starts.

From my heart I let them know,

All of my secrets I bestow.

Confess my dreams and all my worries,

And tell them all of my great stories.

I often pause to just admire

Their essence in being, without desire.

And then I close my eyes to feel

All they find in me and heal.

While I continue to speak of me

The trees demand I stop and see

The beautiful gifts that I’ve been given

To “just be silent and listen.”

The rustling sounds of their branches

In the breeze their body dances

Twisting vines and falling leaves

A beautiful world it all weaves.

As my walk comes to an end

Thank you trees, for being a friend.

Thank you trees, for making me whole.

Thank you trees, for feeding my soul.

And so I did….

I have let dreams be dreams
Out of my line of vision
flying too high to grasp.

I have veered towards paved roads
safe and well kept
yet so easy to get lost.

And so I did. Lost I am.
I have let dreams be dreams
Out of my line of vision
flying too high to grasp.

I have packed my bag heavy
carrying it without complaint
walking down that paved road
with eyes to the painted horizon.

And so I continue. Looking to that painted Horizon.
I have let dreams be dreams
Out of my line of vision
flying too high to grasp.

I have accepted a new vision
one that keeps my feet planted
like a tree only to enjoy the breeze

And so I did. Said goodbye to my dreams.
I have let dreams be dreams
Out of my line of vision
flying too high to grasp.

The Woman

The giver, the keeper, the glue.
The Woman
The sensuous, the lover, the companion.
The Woman
The rock, the tree, the river
The Woman
The voice, the solitude, the anguish
The Woman
The wrath, the war, the peace
The Woman
The depth, the pleasure, the pain
The Woman
The sun, the moon, the star
The Woman
The birth, the life, the death
The Woman