The trees, my teachers (a poem)

A lush section of jungle nestles up against my home on the Yucatán peninsula

I can imagine the continuous expanse it once was

But for me right now right here

I am grateful

Standing in this small patch of grass gazing at the towering trees

Rooted

The trees gazing back at me

I am held through it all

I am healed

I am home

One day I stood in awe and asked “what can I give back to you?”

The wise one of many whispered

“take care of your own heart, dear one”

Tears pooled in my eyes

My weary bones penetrated by the truth in her words

Moved by the te underlying message that we are the same, me and her

It was never me standing and looking at nature

It is always nature with nature

Me with me

And this jungle never let me forget that

I still feel this tree and truth with me now

Thousands of miles away

Her image embedded in my psyche

Her spirit resting in my heart

Reminding me

We are one

Sometimes I think I’m guided to certain places

Just to connect with the trees

My teachers