my peace is found in the matter of the sunlight through the trees

[momma_gileesa]

i go among trees and sit still
all my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water
my tasks lie in their places
where i left them, asleep like cattle

then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight
what it fears in me leaves me
and the fear of me leaves it
it sings, and i hear its song.

then what i am afraid of comes
i live for a while in its sight
what i fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
it sings, and i hear its song.

...after days of labor,
mute in my consternations
i hear my song at last,
and i sing it. as we sing
the day turns, the trees move.

wendell berry.