Pine Needles Pray



Pine needles pray,
nestling down.
Their scent rises.
The Forest breathes
and exhales prayer.
Its wind moves
into fissures.
Granite takes
it in
and firmly
issues a
prayer to
a mushroom
lifted by its
bold touch
and sends it
down to
the juicy
soil-cracked
seeds
whose prayer
makes the
Forest tingle
down into the
roots of
the Great Oak
embracing
them all
and touching
the Great
River of
Light only
those who
pray can
enter.
Join in
praying
now.
Take it
in.
Ingest the
prayers
of the
land.
Unutterable
language
enters our
nose
invisible
waves
open our
pores.
The senses
begin
to pray.
All that we
learned
hushed
by the
longing
of
the Forest.
The prayer
of the
primal
lover
rises
no longer
only
human.

(Jim Roberts)

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