Me.....Tree

Rooted deep down within the moist and pungent

dermis of Goddess Gaia

My life lines stretching, searching

Tendrils of my time here

Blissfully blinded at first

Eyes forced wide open in the tumble of life

In the bitter realities of such an unreal

place

Yet, my roots reach and dive to depths

untouched by time or tumbles

My mama's heart beat pulsing also through

my own veins

Her resounding lub dub, lub dub, lub dub

my waking song, and my lullaby

The sacred soil nourishes my branches

Welcoming the birth of the long gestating

green glory 

My leaves sway

in the breathy breezes of a

slow summer day

Me.....Tree

She....We....Rooted

As the Trees

 

 

 

 

 

Quiet here, with the trees

Listen real close, you can hear the bees

Dropping in as unannounced house guests 

to politely pollinate

As the Summer they gently germinate

The early sunshine aromas seduce my senses

I let go all my defenses

and become

Quiet as the trees, here

 

Still.......

 

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Take my sight

I still see

Take my plight

I walk free

 

Take my money

I am still rich

Take my life

My dying muscles twitch

 

The vibration

is all that has changed

The molecules

slightly rearranged

 

I still am here

vibrating

me

Still

 

Silence vibrates

deeper than any word

In the peace of the stillness

I am grandly heard

 

I am always there....

me

Vibrating in the 

stillness... one with the trees

 

The Trees

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Meters of life's progression

the Trees

The ones who watch and stand

guard, still and stubborn

Constant against wind, rain, sun

and the frozen tundra of Gaia's

Wintered slumber

They stand tall...towering

always?

 

Some are dying

Some are in great pain

Right before our very eyes

Our human designer shade

clad eyes

are shaded to the brutal truth

What do we do to assist the

ones who stand tall

Towering?

 

How sad when Evergreens

shall never again

be Green

Turning brown and brittle in the sun and rain

Unable to take the nourishment...

dying

As we stand by, small and

helpless at their death bed...watching

the demise

 

Let us care about the trees

Givers of oxygen

Givers of our very essential sustenance

The ones we climbed as children

Sitting in the naked nooks of

those limbs outstretched

Solving the problems of our own

little lives

The ones who shade us

when the long deep, hot day has

beaten us down

 

The trees are dying

It tears at my human heart

It

brings tears to my human eyes

My shades are off...allowing for the frenzied flow

down my cheeks

My passion has been pierced

The salt of my tears burning the

wound...soon to be a

scar

 

I ache to know

What to do...how do I help?

 

The trees

They still tower

but...for how long?

 

 

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Pages of Her Story

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Held with love within the grove of trees

As they sway and sing in the deep summer breeze

She turns and heads in the direction she had come from

Entranced by the colors strewn across the sky in the setting sun

 

Healed is her sorrow, it lives within her no longer

This last battle of the heart has only made her stronger

Still she releases the memories, magical but few

They live in the chambers of her heart….blended like the sunset in many hues

 

As she walks she leaves pieces of the past along this woodland path

She prepares for the journey laid out ahead …..her hand loosening its grasp

On what had been, focus now on what will be

Horizon of the newness greets her daily….ahead, her destiny

 

She sets her compass west, into the setting glorious fire orb

Pinks and purples and deep awareness present now for her soul to absorb

She left these pages of her story amongst the grove of grateful hickory trees

They will guard them for her as they hold and preserve these precious memories

 

As We Live

Redwood roots connect

Forming a network like Celtic knots

Throughout their

Forest home

Towering totems

held up by shallow roots

melded and intertwined

The grove lives in the truth of  unity

Strong against wind

Swaying in unison....teetering

squeaking as they sing and sway...

Connected life flowing between them

Let us be like the mighty Redwoods

Connected and strong together

We are the grove, we sway and sing

One alone, two-gether, three melded....

Four as long as the world gives us

A redwood grove knows no time

Or day, or deadlines

A redwood grove lives as we live

Connected

Blow Us Back

A country divided

divided we stand

so close to a

f

a

l

l

We 

fall

We 

tumble

We 

crumble

Blinded by the plight

running alone

so alone we

fall

You

fall

You

tumble

You

crumble

Life in ruins

or riches

As the middle class

falls

And the poor

die in alleys all alone

cuz the system

fails

We

fall

We 

tumble

We

crumble

Time separates us

dividing us further

as we once again

fall

Who picks us up?

How can we be so blind

For my plight is also yours

right?

As a country founded on heinous pride and pillage

goes to the poles once again

today

All I want to do is 

fall

on my knees and

stay 

there

soon enough we will all be there

on the ground

crumbled

I feel the fall

and the fail

Now 

it moves me to rise

and speak my truth

today

Once again with my

mighty pen

I will cast my vote

to the wind

One day I know the wind will blow

us back to unity

Today I vote for the continued rise

the cycle of the fall is old news....

redundant

today we

rise
We don't have much time

WE RISE
WE PICK UP
WE REPAIR
WE CARE
WE FIX

WE UNITE

 

Blind Eyes?

Have you ever thought of seeing with your eyes closed? Do you know that your vision can play tricks and allow you to see things that are not really there?  Perhaps you see a person and you assume they are thinking something, are afraid of something, perhaps they just look wrong to you. Instantly, your mind makes assumptions and a first impression is formed.

Try viewing your world through closed eyes. Your other senses will become more acute. You will hear what people are saying and be aware of tonal changes in their voice. How often do you hear a person before your eyes have a chance to receive a first impression? How does that person smell, what sounds do they make as they walk.....how does their laugh sound? What kind of energy do they possess?

See your world today through closed eyes, fully utilize  your other senses and your third eye. Allow yourself to experience the world in a new way and you just may discover a new world!

Slow down and reflect

Running through the years....

As I sit here writing, listening and reminiscing, I am reminded that life is very much a cycle, a circle, a never ending process that transports us, challenges us and heals us.... if we allow it.

Looking backwards now and again and taking time to welcome the opportunity to do this is essential, really, to our growth. As we move forward, often times in what feels like quicksand, we can return to times when we moved easily or when a similar trial brought us to great revelations.

I have not fully ascertained the purpose of pain in our lives, but I do know that as humans obsessed with superlatives, we need the bad and the ugly to even begin to appreciate the good. In this truth is the reality that we learn to accept, allow and truly cherish the good times in life. The good times.....the birth of our kids, the laugh shared between friends, the hugs offered and received when we need them. Think about this....do you offer hugs in peaceful times as well as times of turmoil? Do you give to yourself as well as to others? Many times , we pay more attention to the preventive maintenance of our cars than the maintenance of ourselves, our souls and our energies.

In the reflective spaces of my soul today, I can acknowledge pain as a formidable teacher, guide and awareness builder. Some day, I hope to return to a place where pain is not necessary, but for right now, I honor its place in my life. Today I can truly own this.