Rooted

Rooted.

I feel rooted to myself.
If I pay attention to my breathe, I feel the movement of the trees within me.
I feel my roots digging deep inside me. The branches moving smooth with the touch of the air. The leaves dancing clinging to the branch, fluttering with my breath. All in resonance with me.
Everything takes place without me. Nothing takes place without me. We are all one. We are no one.