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.