Read Me With Your Heart

Curls of bark catch my heart.
I am grateful to you birch for all the ways you guide us.
You are the Tree of Life.
You are strong, gentle, vocal.
Open up, reciprocate, breathe—your lenticels call out.
Curl, curl, curl—like a sacred scroll—wisdom present for those who take the time to read.
Read me with your heart you say.
Read me with your heart.

Eyes of Wisdom.
I am not birch. I am ground, moss, lichen, chaga, insect.
I am all.
Read me with your heart and the separation shall fall away like the unfurling of my bark.
Watch and learn from my generosity.
I give. I give. I give.
Let me into your heart.
What have you got to lose?