Welcome Child

To this place of earth

To the soils that root the trees +plants

That hold the water

That sustains this life

You will come to know this earth in many ways

Each experience will be your own

In zazen, I learn to witness

Myself

The fears and longings

Play in my soma

The questions, I was once too afraid to ask

What is this world?

Who am I?

What is us?

A portal is a trap-door from one world to the next

Once we consumed them

the tree appeared

As if we were transported

From the world of deadlines

And so much planning

To a place where time was measured

By the depth of moss-cover, dappled light