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Ancient Ones


Ancient Ones, 
residing in this forest, 
speak to me.
Fill me with your wildness, 
your wisdom, 
your abiding Now.
Let me see all projects and tasks
that consume my days
in the vast perspective of your time.
Let me see them as at one with
the forming of a seed cone, 
the pushing out of leaf and stem,
the chatter of grey squirrel,
the flight of chickadee,
the flow of water in the creek:
All taking place within the embrace of Life; 
All held in love.

Contributor/Author: Molly Brown