I may belong to just one word in a tenuous lullaby unsung by a silent bird my heart gropes for that single sigh in the swamps of lanterns lit the paths ahead bit by bit but never less grateful each day led tentatively I dream for absolutely nothing do I…

I am a tree. I feel roots sprawling out of my hands, feet and head going deep down to the earth. In the shape of energi. Warm, kind and calm. I’m grounded. Heavy and safe. Thick from the long life I’ve lived. A life full of bad storms. If you…