Hi.
Let's imagine for a moment that we are in a sacred wood,
A great forest.
The air is dewy and misty.
Water drops hang on the leaves.
The earth is rich and fragrant,
Just after a rainfall.
Every living thing has just received its drink.
It's a good day.
The sun is setting and a warm sapia looms over the wood.
It's evening out there.
As for us,
We are little plants in little secret dens.
Like seedlings hiding beneath the bark of a fallen oak,
We hunger for the light that seeps through the cracks,
But it's short-lived.
We've happened to be born in a crude place where time has got a funny way of taking it all away.
While we've grown,
It's just not been enough.
We don't know how long it'll take to be or feel enough until night comes.
As it always does,
We tilt and wither,
Pray to the giver,
And finally sleep.
Then,
Because we allowed,
Because we allowed,
We are then found.
Arms of the great Spirit Tree,
Father-Mother Tree,
Reach through the cracks of the log,
Carrying in a gentle mist.
It's nourishing.
Let's breathe it in.
The branches wrap themselves around our little stems,
Forming a love nest.
And there we remain,
Gifted with the sensation of a love so powerful and vivid,
Vast and unlimited,
Penetrating and intimate.
Trusting in its embrace now,
We are whisked away,
Whisked away into the black.
Look at the constellations of stars,
Planets,
And galaxies that now surround us.
Look at the cosmos,
Your ancestors.
Take a moment and be reminded of your heritage,
Your significance,
Your stardust,
Your awareness.
Passing through the Milky Way,
Through the currents of the night,
In all this quiet space,
The quiet dark,
You are held in the womb of the universe above it all.
Now,
With the gentlest descent,
You,
A light-bodied soul,
Are hovering in the firmament,
The atmosphere,
Floating adrift,
Pure air,
Refreshing and crisp,
Sky blue all around you.
Isn't it gorgeous?
But more than that,
Can you see?
The others?
Just like you,
Points of light collect together in this experience,
Held up by Father Sky,
Looking down on Mother Earth,
Singing the song of whispers.
All thy waves in the flood,
Little hands in the mud,
Mirth and let all my keepers love.
Like a sparrow in the wind,
Gliding on the water,
Father Spirit Mother,
Lighten every other,
A sparrow in the wind,
Gliding on the water,
Father Spirit Mother,
Lighten every other.
Do you hear the call?
An inward inclination,
A gentle pull of will,
A prayer,
Stemming from your own heart and from the earth,
This perfectly placed place,
For light years beyond time,
Utterly one of a kind.
This sacred place,
How precious is it?
And how precious are we who inhabit it?
Its uniqueness alone warrants its significance,
Don't you think?
The home and center of billions of lifetimes.
Welcome back,
Seeds of the great Father-Mother tree.
Welcome home.
You
