one dancing prayer in heaven's borderlands

 We climbed, without caution, over the tape 
hung to keep us out, and into 
the clearing, hushed, raindrops muting
sounds for miles, hedging us in,
like an invitation, like a good secret. 

And there she stood, giant, warm, 
the great protector of the forest, her trunk 
so massive, as if hundreds of tree spirits had woven themselves
together, memories intertwined like a braid, 
the smallest now morphed into the strongest of them all. 

She sways, dances under the mist drifting down 
from the clouds, the only noise in the quiet edge
of holiness, heaven’s borderlands. 

And then I see it, her sturdy face gently making itself visible 
to us, her lone visitors. A single eye, 
and a mossy nose forms the kindest face,
a trusting face. 
She seems wise, so full of stories.
So many lifetimes, all tangled together. 

I want to reach out and embrace her, 
press my lips against her mossy 
nose, want her leafy arms to enfold me, 
and whisper to me their answers- 
I know they hold the answers- 
to the questions always burning 
inside my small body. 

“Hello,” I whisper. 
And she just smiles, and looks down at me,
a glimmer in her eye. 
But I know she can hear me, and I wonder
how many other questions and hopes she is holding 
inside her branches, hundreds 
of secrets like raindrops, filling her 
with a song of purpose, prayers dancing in the breeze, 
ever lifting her holy questions to the sky.
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