Posted on August 21, 2009 at 3:28am
By Michael Copley
From a seed blown across the mystery,
The nurturing soil my essence grasped,
The soft rain blessed my sanctuary
While the sunshine warmed my sacred task.
In the shade of multi-fold knowledge
Where bird messengers spoke with me,
I absorbed the nature of things
In the silence of a long reverie.
These trees are my soul-land,
These trees know my heart,
These trees feel me… Continue