They don’t wait for me
They never have
Living in the circling gift
Timeless
They breath my soul
And are woven in my skin
I become them I have become them
And before doesn’t exist anymore
//eóten
animism
Be A Tree
Be a tree
Before the mountain
No pretending the birds always know
Reach with hair into the wind
Let the earth move you
As you drink from it
Unspool like a song your humanness
And find the thicket path
To another you
Tree Temple
Tree temple
For hidden treasures
For hidden treasures
A poem inspired by another author who was wishing they could know the stories of the old gods which have been lost through history, and my sense that we can; we just need to listen, trust, and follow where they lead us.