Listen

You made an oath, and you stand in front of me, an oak, in the middle of the night, at the crossroads.

I tell you, your heart is a bit too restless. You feel brave, but my roots sense that you are way too anxious to make any kind of decision. Let alone the right one.

Adventure doesn’t interest you, you made an oath. You stand in front of me, an oak, eager to make the right choice. But for now, you are only able to run in circles.

I see you looking at other travelers, they are traveling lightly.

But you made an oath, and you stand beneath the branches of this oak, thinking you are going nowhere.

Thinking you missed your mark, thinking you’re out of time.

Thinking how far you will never come.

This oath has bound you to this oak, so no crossroads should occupy your mind.

I carry wisdom.

You better listen.