No place, but here,

• 

Stood savage yet gentle,

Rooted, yet there is motion

Come forward,

Remove yourself from the mind

The ceaseless quest of knowledge,

Building defences against the unseen and insane,

Within

Without

All the same,

Place your palm

Against the rough bark of

My trunk

Listen

Shelter is here

For you and your world of thought

My leaves drink in sunlight

Bright and pure as your kisses

Close your eyes

Test my solid position,

My strength,

In the silence,

Rest awhile

The burden is yours to give

Mine to take,

Knowing my needs are not blind, grasping things

But the simple physical fact

Of you, at rest, at play against the solid length of me,

Rough, soft, kind and wild,

Here, a single tree

With dreams of a forest kingdom

For every wildness to make itself known

The gentle truth of love without sentiment

Growing, ever growing

Upwards to the canopy of sky above

Invested in the loam and dark of older selves,

But long since let go,

They rotted away

To become fuel

For this becoming.

If you sleep, if you seek solitude

Then do so,

Here, about the work of my growth,

Equal to yours yet,

Different and how we intertwine,

Kiss the chlorophyll from my leaves

Feeding from but remaining,

No place, but here,

No

Time

But

Now