I stand next to an Oak tree
Feeling its strong presence
Touching the texture of its bark
The grooves and
pathways,
Seeking the wisdom of its centries
Sentry in this field
Witin the rough and the smooth
The knowledge I have not
opens me to its enlighten
Whispers in the
hushed of the breeze
Centuries, sentry in this field
Watching beings pass unaware
Or simply stare, not one
seeking or thinking I’m cognizant
Yet, this being before me,
examining her from within,
and without, excites
Her years spent in search
touching, seeking, the wisdom
of nature , spirit and earth
for enlightenment
In that moment
Two spiritual beings
Yearning, seeking,
Offering, accepting
Entwine connecting
In spiritual harmony
Exchange what's lacking
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin
