Reaches me first Long tendrils of calm Pull me into a cathedral Of light and shadow Faint, faint birdsong Swirling dust mote…
Underfoot a soft dense cushion Protection for a root system Intertwining just below the surface Centuries of a sloughing off in an ever cycling Season of death for life An evolving ecosystem that climbs upwards towards Light
Light streams in, creating patterns on my face and hands A stained glass light in hues of green brown blue, mottles my soul I stand surrounded by benevolence Benign curiosity In the council chamber of redwoods
Called to the center of an ancient being An altar deep within The belly of a great Mother burned so long ago, I curl inwards as the I Me melts into Redwood dreams reaching to heaven
Such Joy in existence Of mutual family ties with All That Is Including this small human nestled in its bosom.
Carolyn Ayres
This article appears in ‘Proactive’.