We live in this world but we are not of this world
The trees blow in the wind swaying together
They do not ask to be part of anything else
Pain they know not
They are one with the truth
Be as a tree firmly planted
And though you may bend you will not break
There is a pathless land not of this world
Where true peace holds all together as one
Where silence is our essence
And love is all we are

Catherine Brown Morell