Sleeping Oak

Morning Meds; 3 9 19

I saw myself a giant ancient Oak, sleeping in the wake of winter.

Every limb, every branch, every twig, deep in slumber.

Every node, who’d ever birthed a leaf, then stirred in spring’s embrace.

Deep within, the life force flowed, stirring consciousness awake.

I saw every node, where life once thrived, as doors to experienced past lives.

All the blooms and leaves, waiting to grow, just lives waiting to be embraced.

We have access to a countless number of leaves and beyond that, countless trees.

Anything we need is waiting on the length of our branches.

We are a forest, a forest of energy.

We are a forest of energy, breathing life into our temporary home.

May we have enough compassion to let each of us rest in each other’s embrace.