HOLDING A TREE
When holding a tree,
I am simply entranced
I return to the protoform of my being.
My cells are renewed,
My energy recharged.
My tree- — my sister, my love, my oxygen
People think me crazy holding a tree.
Deep down they envy me.
I am so rooted kissing the bark.
They are so alienated avoiding it.
When I am one with a tree
The great energy of the Cosmos
Is pulsating through me
What a delight!
— Henryk Skolimowski
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