The Oak

I stand next to an Oak tree

Feeling its strong presence

Touching the texture of its bark

  The grooves and pathways,

Seeking the wisdom of its centries

Sentry in this field

Witin the rough and the smooth

The knowledge I have not

 opens me to its  enlighten

Whispers  in the hushed of the breeze

Centuries, sentry in this field

Watching beings pass unaware

Or simply stare, not one

seeking or thinking I’m cognizant

Yet, this being before me,

examining her from within,

and without, excites

Her years spent in search

touching, seeking, the wisdom

of nature , spirit  and earth

 for enlightenment

In that moment

Two spiritual beings

Yearning, seeking,

Offering, accepting  

Entwine connecting

In spiritual harmony

Exchange what's lacking

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