Trees speak and the wind whispers

This past weekend, I spent some time with the trees and new energies rising from the ashes of my body. I felt the world shifting ever so slightly in front of my eyes.

The closer we are to the center of knowing within, the more we get to see. A work in progress that can always expand.

The poem and video below sprouted from this experience, from the trees to me, to you.

I hope they help open your living heart. Especially if, like me, you have trouble receiving.

.. . . . . .

i look at the tree

that stands before me

and all i see are hands

.. . . . . .

ones she grew for herself

and of herself

as many as she needs

or perhaps desires

.. . . . . .

far-reaching

arms open wide

as if waiting

for an embrace

each one carrying its babies

and its babies babies

branches and leaves

sprouting in gratitude

.. . . . . .

a goddess that is

rooted in her earth

silent in her knowing

gentle in her sways

.. . . . . .

i see a sister

a mother

a friend

standing tall

to greet the sun

growing deeper into a home

for herself

and of herself

.. . . . . .

MUSIC FOR THE FEELINGS

Much love,

Zulfa