Ramblings of Meditation

Outside, the trees are waving to me.

Their green appendages whisper hello, and I can feel a calm wash over me.

I forget that ten minutes ago, my body was curled tight; panicked, alone, close to seizing.

I hear the hawk outside telling me that it will be okay. I can carry myself on these winds, my face warm from the sun, and my body stretched and open.

I can be free. I can let myself be free.

I just have to keep looking to the trees.