THE TREE SPOKE
Bending low, the Tree spoke softly,
her branches and leaves rustling
her thoughts into sound.
Fear not, little brother, she said,
you need not be lonely in your onlyness.
I am that part of you that weeps
red and golden wishes in Winter.
I am the rootedness of your being
in The Only Thing That Is.
Open your heart to the Morning in your mind and see that the One moves as Many of the Same.
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