Still

I’ve come to a place of knowing

Power, at its root, is peace.

The peace it requires to root

To grow to a hundred feet

To one day agree to rot

To feed the forest floor and be born again

Power at its root is compassion

It is allowing

It is oneness

Not to know one’s place but to occupy it fully

To take up space

To share space

To allow space

For everything

Can you share that much space?

That you allow for everything?

And you seek not to influence or cajole or disdain?

But seek to Be

To be in it

To be with it

To be it

To be it without claiming it

Still 

With every possibility