In the forest

In the forest, there is a safe space.
The trees protect and shelter us
While we give ourselves time and space
To come back to our innocence.
To come back to our own true nature.

Sunshine dapples the clearings
Like the light of awareness
Penetrating the darkness of years.

A squirrel scampers up a pine tree,
Stopping to gaze on us with clear eyes
Before going on his merry way.

In the tent, the Master is sitting
Silently telling us the way,
Beyond the flapping of the mouths and minds.
The wind blows its approval
And the tent flaps its applause.

All is right in this natural space
All is calm beneath the noise.
Roots are grounding us
As we reach for the sky.

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