1 Poem
FOREST BATHING
Place your soft cheek against my rough
and listen.
Listen to the peace
the being
the rise and fall
the turn, the creak
the growing
the all
of the earth.
Leave your burden at my feet
that load you carry that you need
not.
And when I exhale in a cloud of green
it will be gone.
Then look up
and through and beyond
the spaces between
my dark twisted limbs.
I hold the light.
I catch it from the yellow sun
as it drips like amber
and I hold your pain
and I will hold your tears
as they pool inside my knots and crevices
and seep into me
so you may sleep into me
and I will keep watch
so you may keep
track of your dreams
as I hand them back to you
the ones you thought you lost
before you were awake.