what does it mean to you
to listen to the trees –
not just the ones living in vibrant green
but the ones the beetles chewed through
because it doesn’t get cold enough in winter
anymore..
what does it mean to you
to lay yourself down
palms in the soil,
to let your nose grow cold
while your heart warms,
to breathe in the living scent
of impending winter..
what does it mean to you
to live within the essence of this world,
to find your breath dancing
with the spirit of the landscape
under your feet..
what does it mean to you
to open your throat
and have the soul of the land
pulse through you in song
and heal your throat
with worthiness and comfort..
what does it mean to you
to see the way you nourish or harm
this world
is the way you nourish or harm
yourself..
what does it mean to you..
to have the courage
to feel?
