Leaves rustling in the wind,
bathed in light,
dripping with water
from the rain.
Dying in the winter
to be reborn in the summer.
Part of the eternal cycle
of life and death.

Like fingers splitting the sky.
They reach up and out,
roots in the heavens,
sharing the light
of the sun
with the rest of us.

This trunk is the interface
between the light of
the heavens
and the darkness of the roots .

Just like the trunk,
I am channelling the light of the heavens,
bringing it down to nourish and speak
to all that I am, and all the beings that
feed off me.

Just as the roots,
embedded in the earth of my existence.
bring the energy of their darkness
up into my trunk.
Thus I become the heart that bridges the upper and the lower,
the place of the lover,
from whence I emerge into action in the world.