Between Worlds

I live near a redwood grove and walk there often. Here is a poem I recently wrote one morning at dawn when the world was still. I sensed the trees aliveness and their awareness of my presence. We spoke between worlds.

Transcript

Dear friends, The poem I would like to share with you today is called Between Worlds. The dawn brought me to the trees, Opening to communion, The essence of earth speaking in roots, Their song this humming bass, Chanting in the wind, Skyward, Outward, Expansive. We spoke between worlds without knowing the language, Easily understood in the early morning glimmer. A passerby would only hear silence, But I was filled vibrations without words. They held me in these moments, Fluid between us, Recognizing my need for strength, And I listened to their story. We know one another from bark to skin, Stillness to arching upwards, But now I understand these are only visible differences. Inwardly, We are one. We are the same.

Reviews

Candice, that was excellent. Thank you so much. Reading them in your own voice gives them almost a whole other meaning, and I’m glad you’re doing it. I will listen to the others as well. You are a real poet!

Candace writes and reads such lovely poems. I usually listen many times over to let them sink in. Thank you!

Simply divine dear Candace .. thank you for your perseverance to get these words out “there/here” .. we appreciate you 💚🙏🌳🌲🌳🙏💚