Tree spell ritual
The world breathes through me
and I am full of trees.
Silent teachers fill the silence;
Patterns dance at the surfaces of light.
Through doorways I dissolve
And am reborn with bones of truth.
Made whole and healed with cloaks of song.
Anchored, rooted, nurtured, sustained.
Harmlessly unfurled, patiently watching.
I am full of trees, dreamed by trees.
Ruthlessly harmless, sustained in emptiness.
—
simonhlilly 