tulip poplar called to me
i could feel her leading me along the path
turn this way
now this way
and then i saw her
towering above the other trees
naked but recognizable
her trunk straight and tall
round and solid
a hundred thousand flower dragon seeds
flower dagger seeds
with their faces towards the sky
i greeted her
and she motioned for me to sit
on a fallen, mossy log she had prepared for me
when i began to write
my pen failed me
filled with ink ( i could see it )
it would not write
and i felt tulip poplar prompting me
to speak, to record
this message was meant to come through
in a different way
she wanted to speak of peace
and she wanted her message to be heard:
peace comes softly
like morning
like dove feathers
mourning doves, mind you
you do not fight for peace
you create it
dream it
imagine it
peace is meant to be ridden
like the breeze
like a feather on the breeze
peace is meant to carry you
peace is meant to permeate
Everything
Everywhere
peace is already here
it is all around you
be still
can you feel it?
can you feel peace?
can you feel peaceful?
can you be peace full?
let yourself be full of peace
imagine:
starting at your toes
moving slowly to your ankles
up throughout your body
white downy feathers of peace
feel the space between your hips
your abdomen
your heart
soft and light as a feather
your throat
this is peace
peace is a feather
peace is a fallen feather
peace is a sunlit, gently breeze-kissed
[gunshot]
fallen feather
