What is it to have an ally

Within one’s self

I meet her

At the place where the forest becomes mountain

Trees, meet boulder

There is a shrine

Hidden behind the noble fir

She is talking about how the deer and other 

Wild animals follow her

To the fruiting trees

How she feeds them by hand

I remember her

The wise woman of the dreamworld

I remember what it was like

To be in harmony

With the world

Like she is

Like we all have been