I’m haunted by dreams of a mysterious place.
Imagined or remembered? It’s possible I was
there once. I knew of a safe grove of trees
whose trunks stood protectively around me
and whispered messages through the air.
I sat on the forest floor tucked into
the encircling womb of Mother Nature.
I sat quietly, feeling exposed, naked, and
protected all at once. I sat listening and heard
the trees sighing and the heart of the Universe
beating in time with my own and was not afraid.