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To a sapling, the truth is its own root system. Unseen, it delves into the darkness of the earth, not to impress the wildflowers or imitate the towering oaks, but to find its own necessary water and anchoring stones.
It does not worry if its roots twist in an unusual direction, or if a neighboring pine grows taller faster. It only knows its own need for depth, for the truth of the soil beneath it.
For this, above all: To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day; Thou canst not then be false to any man.
So it is that the young tree, in its steadfast authenticity, finds its voice. The unfurling of its own unique leaves and the branching of its limbs become a blueprint of its inner resolve.
It draws nourishment from the darkness, and in doing so, reaches for the light. As its trunk strengthens and its canopy spreads, it does not have to consciously decide to offer shade to the weary traveler or shelter to the nesting bird. Its generosity is the inevitable influence of its own secure growth.
For how could a tree, true to its own deepest needs, produce a withered branch? How could it, when anchored so profoundly in its own being, not provide for the life around it?
The shade it casts is an effortless gift, the fruit it bears a natural bounty. The tree does not fake a thicker bark or pretend to bear different fruit; it simply is. And in its quiet, undeniable existence, it nourishes the forest, making the very ground around it richer and more whole.
Its integrity is a silent echo in the wilderness, and all who pass beneath its leaves are better for it.
One Autumn afternoon, I was forced to stall.
Across the street on a corner lawn very small,
stood a tree most beautiful and noticed by all.
Each fall I enjoyed its breathtaking autumn display.
That is, until four years ago when I moved away.
Its memory arrested and captured me a few days ago.
I was compelled to drive through my old neighborhood to experience once more that autumn tree, one of my favorite shows.
But when I arrived and turned the corner, I was saddened because that lovely tree, once so generously covered with orange leaves, was no longer there.
Its unsightly root system protruded above ground and disfigured the small lawn. It was then I understood why the tree had to go; but still, I regretted that I could no longer stare. I shall not forget those few years and brief moments we shared. It seemed that tree and I embraced each other with such a neighborly care.
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I heard from our Tree today.
He and She were both
barely speaking to me
forgetting Her root system
all tangled up with Historied trunk of convexly hierarchical
branches of photosynthetic production,
rather than sharing Her permaculturing compost
more naturally and economically balanced.
I watched our Tree today
while fading memories of shared Him-Her nutrients,
breathing together,
following our full color spectrum
from light through double-bound dark
absence of presence
springing up summer
and falling down winter,
shared days and seasons and informating species,
riding times' energetic gravitating wu wei surf edge,
tipping point between past practice of warm v. cold memories
and future's predicted GoldenLocks intent,
"just right" Earth Day
growing lovely forest dreams
of mutual forbearance and organic porridge sustenance,
and synergetic gratitude,
not so much growling at one another
barking out Golden Rules' bicamerolling spiral head,
core ring of TaoNowLogistics.
Tree therapy for weak-rooted imbalanced ecopathology,
breathing in Him
then breathing out Her EcoLogos wisdom
unweaving binomially out again
embracing His Easter
uprising recreation.
Lately I’ve been a little lost in crevasses
And unable to stop the type of thought that crosses.
Ashamed at actions recent, decently embarrassed,
Even though forgiven by those who are better than good and fairest.
And bits of moments play one at a time
Reminding me of the black ooze and slime
On my soul I feel when I get anxiously high.
But it haunts even on days when my bowls and glasses are dry.
I can’t shake the shame
That I’ve now sewn to my name
Essentially anxiety’s claim
My stomach, heart, and mind I can’t tame.
Lately I had been feeling so blessed
And maybe that’s why I gave in to chaotic unrest.
The aftermath of feeling a fool
For realizing I had been such a ridiculous tool
Has me in complete loathing of self
And despising the bottles on my shelf.
But what should be expected when all I drink is poison solutions
Usually straight, as I’m not a fan of dilutions.
And though I did nothing wrong as far as moral mistake
The embarrassment, shame, and self-hatred won’t give me a break.
I sweat myself to non-sleep as I wait day’s breaking light
And keep myself awake with nausea and headaches despite restless nights.
This sickening root system in my pit
Is likely going to stick around, grow for a bit.
It will all fade eventually with time, and given a touch of luck
Lately though I’m reminded, maybe I put up a good front…
But damn do I suck.
Fears of Abandonment
I feel you need
and want me less
than I need
and want you,
and like you,
or how about exclusively
peculiarly
curiously love you?
adult with mature adult,
embracing EarthTribe perennial invitation
into nutritious co-habitation.
And yet I fear
we both would rather invest ourselves
in most any distraction,
entertainment,
idle gossip,
idol worship,
other than this sacramental relationship
of me with
and for you,
and you
with and for me.
Not despite all our decades
of competing foolishness,
but learning together through all our beat down
hidden longings
to feel safe daily respite;
to feed sacred partnered
sanctuary feelings,
covenanted thoughts
Of epic everyday co-investors
with no sacred or secular,
divine or profane assets
held in dualistic
disassociated reserve,
just in case life doesn't work out safely together
better than unsafely apart.
When sacred love conquers all defensive fears
and transparent invitation
redeems secular competitions in anger
overwhelming economies of needy greed
and selfish politics of envy,
When daily co-passion rules
not just left-brain corporate commodity identities
but also pervades our cooperative right-brain sanctuary
of primal relationship feelings,
deep learning connection,
robust attachment,
Then our mutual root system
and garden,
our forest of emotions,
our home plate defensive motions,
our core incorporations
for not abandoning compassionate Earth
as we know and love
all Her multiculturing incarnations
of co-empathic relations
further refine Golden Rules and Ratios,
Health-passion, slow-grown
co-arising emergent ecstasies,
co-gravity emoting climax,
epic wonder,
awesome win/win integrity.
Feeling cooperatively needed
wanted
heard
appreciated
through natural nurturing ego/ecosystems,
mutually-held and responsive invitations
to love all EarthTribes,
life forms
as EarthMother has win/win loved you
and me,
All Souls of regenerations past,
present,
future.
It’s remarkable the way the creators of our bodies found a way
to build a system of a trillion parts
that work together to keep us alive and well each day.
I was reminded of one of those trillion body parts
While babysitting our great-granddaughter…and I got to hold her.
There was a moment as we walked around
when she laid her head upon my shoulder.
And I thought how our shoulders have a myriad of functions
as across our torsos they spread.
They are vital as more than a root system…for holding up our head.
To carry our burdens, our hopes and our dreams
and give our children a prominent place to ride
our shoulders must be powerful…
they must be strong and wide…
They must also be resilient and have a good memory
to remind us when our children are older…
how it felt all those times when they were young
and they rode upon our shoulders.
They must be soft and inviting…
a welcoming place for friends and family to cry on
and when we fall asleep with a baby in our arms
a comfortable place to lie on.
Of the trillions of parts our body has…
that work together to keep us alive and well…
holding our great-granddaughter in my arms I wondered…
of all the stories these old shoulders of mine could tell.
These are some of the thoughts
while babysitting Violet…and I got to hold her
that surfaced in the moment
she laid her head upon my shoulder.
But probably not today
will positive neurological compassion
express without win/lose capitalistic traces
expecting only win/win cooperative discussion
and deliberation
and bicameral discernment,
these eco-politically empowering hopes
non-violent communication investments
will restore EarthTribal Peace
Earth MatriarchalPeace
is also positive
sacred ecofeminist
green power
Doors to Perception
Revolving changing nutritious light
and nondualistic dark bicameral healthy memory
Restoring caretaking and caregiving EarthJustice
is also democratic grassroots inclusive energy,
positive and negative historic multiculturing/monocultural root systems.
Energy is
EmPowered Mass is
spatial place
and transportive time-power is political
whether involving the cooperative politics of a root system
or the more competitive politics of run-away monocultural
colonization by one species
against all polyculturing Other species,
cultures,
subclimates,
theocratic ecosystems,
Green Goddess YinRivers of Transport,
GrandMother Full/Empty MoonLight
SunLight ReSourced ReFlection.
Compassionate global win/win communication
light=energy=ecopolitical therapy opportunity
could restore health-optimizing EarthJustice,
multiculturally mediating EarthTribe Peace,
including GrandMother Moon,
both Full and Empty,
someday,
When good
is bad for nothing.
My stomach
and lower core rumblings
and dis-communionations
hope for some further feeding
consuming way
to not merely tolerate
but gratefully digest
what my gut
won't easily
organically appreciate
and comfortably eliminate
Can only traumatically depreciate
Has trouble resonantly ingesting
what eyes and mouth
salivate to masticate.
Chewing
swallowing massive trauma
to consumers so enlightened
and healthily empowered
we cannot bow
to southern fried chicken-wing
mighty bite makes digestive right
toxic dogma
not nature-spirited
indigenously bright
Confused by preachy facile spirits
inexperienced with deep resilient peace
digestive therapy
Not ingesting further
poison punishments
Blames
and shames
against restoring strong stomach
and deeper digestive flowing innocence
Unconditional regard
for nutritionally healthy
nurturing
natured grateful spirits
Long experienced souls
avoiding win/lose congestion
indigestion
by choosing win/win
cooperatively immaculate re-conceptions
Well chewed
and communally swallowed
bread and wine
of full-bodied
root health chakra souls
exploring neuro-sensory communion
Anticipating panentheistic
intra/inter-personally wealthy
sacred pre-inceptions.
She is a beauty that stands out for her uniqueness and diversity.
Who is very bold and brave and embraces any changes, nature creates.
Her people put her on a pedestal and crown her as their queen.
Not only for her striking bewitching but mostly for her courage.
She is a phoenix who rises from the ashes.
Her outstanding resilience protects her children,
With her dormant buds, she emerges after she burns down.
Always open to continuous challenges and transformation.
She is admired by the world,
For her endurances and radiances.
And won a lot of titles at international competitions.
But is indigenous to her country and is chosen as a national emblem.
With a perfect root system, she can survive, in any soil.
And still blossom in splendor, the eight wonders.
Of her country and her species, as she rises every morning,
At the foot of Table mountain.
Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
Where indigenous people learn to live
with trees mindfully hand in hand.
Listen to branches rustling hymns
through silent sounds in their limbs.
Mighty Maples murmur in the breeze
sweet tales of syrup drawn to please.
Trees converse, they do care
sending forest messages everywhere.
Through the air and underground
signals pulse from floor to crown.
Quaking Aspen is known for being
the earth's most massive living thing
these trees united by one root system
the world's largest superorganism.
Trees often act for collective good
doing exactly what they should.
Sometimes they will reset their mast
until the attacking danger's passed.
Internal rhythms set their pace
slower than the human race.
Tree's daily burden that they bare
is they process the world's air.
Did trees learn survival plans proven
in the 360 million years pre-human?
What do 7 billion humans foresee
as the fate for earth's 3 trillion trees?
Fallen trees again live too
vessels that life flows through.
Their wood relives deeply in
buildings, books even violins.
So stand with me in equanimity
and listen for lyrics patiently.
Wait to hear beneath this tree
poised to the sound of "poetree".