Deciduous awe

In the bark there is a
Swirl,
Press it, let its edges round
Yours,
Look down the avenue’s
Trees
With wind reaching in, to
Spine,
To the roots of your soul
Twined
To Earth’s grace, rolling on  
Round itself, round the sun,
a God.

Seaside Sutra

I will practice breathing every morning Without force.

Breath, join me to everything within
And without.

Roll my truth in and out until I hear it clearly Like the waves.