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.