Tip-toe-ing, I enter nature's house of prayer: leaf rustle, leaf crunch, soft sighing breezes, bird-chirp, chipmunk chatter, thick friendly trunks covered with moss and old man's beard. Staunch, enduring, arms pointing to heaven, the forest is teaching us how to pray. My footsteps slow. My ears attune to Deep Listening. My heartbeat slows to join that of the Earth Mother. I breathe in Peace. I breathe out thankness. My prayer: that a world this beautiful will continue to exist.
Forest green and gold,
I take your deep peace with me
out into the world.
for Kanzen Sakura's prompt at dVerse: to write a haibun about Forest Bathing, the Japanese art of immersing oneself in the forest to increase inner peacefulness. Something I do often.