Trees, the original Gaia mystics.....
They are so deeply rooted into the chest of mother Earth yet are reaching out into the ether, into the unseen world
They are the conduits the bridges between the flesh and the untouchable
With open arms they welcome other plants and animals to take refuge and grow on them and they are the hosts for lost nature spirits.
WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”