tree medicine

by Shannondoah

Go to the 

Trees

When you feel

lost

and Return

to yourself

Go to the 

Trees

When you feel

fear

and be Blessed

with Unconditional

love

Go to the 

Trees

When you feel

sorrow

and Return

feeling 

Joy

Go to the 

Trees

the Trees are

Medicine

sun and the moon

by Rumi

Persia (Afghanistan)

You’re in my eyes.

How else could I see light?

You’re in my brain.

This wild joy.

If love did not live in matter,

how would any place have

any hold on anyone?

i come home

by Shannondoah

i come home

to the sweet

breath of

Mother Earth

embracing me 

in forgiveness

while welcoming

my return

i come home

to my ancestors

blessing me

with

all their love

encouraging me

to remember

who

i 

am

Am I?

by Rumi Persia (Afghanistan)

I used to have a fiery intensity,

and a flowing sweetness.

The waters were illusion.

The flames, made of snow.

Was I dreaming then?

Am I awake now?