This is a poem by beloved Candice Feldman,
Being This.
Today rises with the music of the birds flowing in through my window,
Bringing the outside in,
Where the two can merge in this endless stream of life,
This deep breath of living.
We can decide to embrace what is here with positivity,
But can we relax into feeling all we are,
To dive deep into these expressions of life and find balance?
Allowing the imperfections,
Limitations and judgements while having room to breathe in this array of everything we are,
And still love ourselves,
And by doing so,
Allowing others to be in the beauty of their full selves.
Like a tree which stands with twists,
Turns and curves,
Performing its dance,
Receiving the gifts from the sun,
Wind and rain,
Their leaves brighten and fall and grow again.
As we go through life,
Our experience deepens us,
Our hearts curved like trees,
Some parts hidden,
Some exposed to the elements,
All have beauty.
May we be the trees of humanity,
Standing in all our experiences,
And still find place to state our name.
Thank you dear Candice,
And thank you dear listener,
Until we meet again,
Goodbye.