Breathing Tree

There’s a tree inside my chest, branches cradling my heart
Feeding, nourishing within, letting go of what’s no longer needed. Generously letting go into the world that which might touch, feed another.
My boundaries can be porous, but I choose what to allow in, what to let out… Moving between within and without, me and you… the world ever connected by breath on air.
And so, my inner tree supports and roots me, whispers when I might hold on and when, perhaps, it’s time to let go. What it knows, in its ancient wisdom, is that each of us has preciousness to nurture and to share.
I will be brave, sharing this inner voice, finding strength in my softly cradled heart.