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And sought
The tree-ness
Of the tree
And found the tree's
Own search to be
The me-ness
Of the me.
Showing posts with label Trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trees. Show all posts
14 August 2015
Meditation
And sought
The tree-ness
Of the tree
And found the tree's
Own search to be
The me-ness
Of the me.
31 July 2015
21 March 2013
Two Trees
Two trees in the garden,
rowan side by side with oak.
They have grown together,
roots inextricably twined,
branches so interlaced
the proper season seems to produce
the berried oak,
the acorned rowan,
the shield each other from the wind
and share the rain. At a lost limb
the phantom fingers of the amputee
still feel the itch of the other's
shivering proximity.
His rising sap inflames
her bright capillaries.
She sheds her crimson benison
around his feet. He feeds her acorns.
Each brings the other to perfection-
perfect spirit of tree
which occupies the space of both,
oakrowan, rowanoak.
rowan side by side with oak.
They have grown together,
roots inextricably twined,
branches so interlaced
the proper season seems to produce
the berried oak,
the acorned rowan,
the shield each other from the wind
and share the rain. At a lost limb
the phantom fingers of the amputee
still feel the itch of the other's
shivering proximity.
His rising sap inflames
her bright capillaries.
She sheds her crimson benison
around his feet. He feeds her acorns.
Each brings the other to perfection-
perfect spirit of tree
which occupies the space of both,
oakrowan, rowanoak.
29 July 2012
Two Trees
Two trees in the garden,
rowan side by side with oak.
They have grown together,
roots inextricably twined,
branches so interlaced
the proper season seems to produce
the berried oak,
the acorned rowan,
the shield each other from the wind
and share the rain. At a lost limb
the phantom fingers of the amputee
still feel the itch of the other's
shivering proximity.
His rising sap inflames
her bright capillaries.
She sheds her crimson benison
around his feet. He feeds her acorns.
Each brings the other to perfection-
perfect spirit of tree
which occupies the space of both,
oakrowan, rowanoak.
rowan side by side with oak.
They have grown together,
roots inextricably twined,
branches so interlaced
the proper season seems to produce
the berried oak,
the acorned rowan,
the shield each other from the wind
and share the rain. At a lost limb
the phantom fingers of the amputee
still feel the itch of the other's
shivering proximity.
His rising sap inflames
her bright capillaries.
She sheds her crimson benison
around his feet. He feeds her acorns.
Each brings the other to perfection-
perfect spirit of tree
which occupies the space of both,
oakrowan, rowanoak.
27 July 2012
Meditation
I sat
And sought
The tree-ness
Of the tree
And found the tree's
Own search to be
The me-ness
Of the me.
And sought
The tree-ness
Of the tree
And found the tree's
Own search to be
The me-ness
Of the me.
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