by Georg Feuerstein
I
stand
firmly as an oak
unimpeded
by the winds of life.
My arms reach
upward
like a noble sequoia
yearning for the light.
I abide
in patient silence,
all time banished.
No thoughts or images
disturb the stillness
of my mind.
My
breath rises from
the ground to the heavens,
and carries my spirit
to the luminous realms
where all beings
are one—tree, Earth, and I.
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