the trees breathe

Come home to the forest

Where time goes slow,

and breath is mellow.

Where thoughts find rest,

and calm comes to nest.

Come home to the woods

to be friends with trees,

and listen to the breeze.

to wander through trails,

and mend your sails.

Come home to nature

When your heart is hurting,

or your soul needs healing.

When something feels wrong,

or you just need place to belong.

The forest awaits

Come home. Be healed.

~Bidushee Phukan

why is it so hard to know the truth?

inquiry for today~ simple prayers help….

when it’s clear…

A whispering trail

through twilight trees,

where secrets drift

on a scented breeze.

The fog wears lace

spun soft and sly,

And beckons dreams

where spirits fly.

~d.s.

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