My Forest

    When I stand at the edge of my forest,

I find calm in her organic chaos.

There’s no need to control,

Nor fulfil a role;

Creation and change is her ethos.

When I stand at the edge of my forest,

I find spaciousness inside my head.

There’s so much to understand,

From the mother land,

I think I’ll find home here instead.

When I stand at the edge of my forest,

I find kinship and collaboration.

Birds, flowers and bees

Thrive together with ease,

In lighthearted and loving relation.

When I stand at the edge of my forest,

I find nothing that needs to be said.

There’s so much to understand,

From the mother land,

I think I’ll find home here instead.

When I stand at the edge of my forest,

I find no sorrow in death.

There’s a knowing beneath,

That’s what comes, must leave;

From decay comes new life, new breath.

When I stand at the edge of my forest,

I find no darkness nor dread.

There’s so much to understand,

From the mother land,

I think I’ll find home here instead.

When it’s time to leave my forest,

I find fear for what I leave behind.

But when I take a deep breath…

… I discover my depth;

My forest, my home, is inside.

When it’s time to leave my forest,

I find my heart full, well-fed.

With a little loving hand

From the mother land,

I’ll find home, wherever I’m lead.