Our Tree

When I go into the forest, that is my cathedral. When I see the ancient ones, I draw my breath in, for I am in the sacred space of greatness. I acknowledge the presence.

OUR TREE

Nature knows growth no preoccupation with disintegration,
such security in sameness,
interdependency,
routine and rhythem,
no problems,
no starvation,
no lonely heart,
the natural world so precise,
so calm no horse without the cart.

The sun a concoction, a billion nuclear explosions,
sets into mythology,
the mystical entity seems part of a human life,
regular, timing, defines the pace,
never moves too fast, too slow blinds you like a maise.

I look at the tree,
bursts forth from a tiny seed,
the energy amassed as it is finally freed,
the root structure spreads in waves diving deep into the body of the earth,
secure, strong, need and desire,
pods germinate from expressions of fire.

Watching over centuries, buds open their hands,
colour flourishes an orchestra out of tune,
never missing a beat and arriving too soon.

Assisting, helping, mutual respect,
the energy flows a cosmic mattress pulsating the life,
ripples, movement, the soul of the light,
manifests itself in an ecosystem,
you know it is right.