A tall tree has fallen

A bit off the script today…..my NaPoWriMo Poem will be written later…

“If your eyes are opened you will see the things worth seeing”
― Rumi

a tall tree has fallen

It was a tall tree, magnificent in presence,
full of character,
and solid in its understanding of the movement
of the earth.
It appreciated the night skies and all the stars,
it touched heaven with longing.

Below its radiance and extended bows,
shrubs and grass found comforting shadows
and splashes of sunlight
enlivened its tender disposition.

It carried the promise of shade for hot summers,
and a sanctuary for sugar birds to play.
Though its sage green leaves were brittle,
it held its place with calm integrity.

It was not a perfect tree with straight bows
and flawless form,
the way many young saplings
stand tall in faultless and almost impenetrable rows.
Its twisted branches
had a kind of unique appeal
as though it had been one with the earth’s motion
since the beginning of time.

One stormy night, a wind tore into its branches
and threatened its form.
It held its ground against the gale
for most of the dark menacing night,
but the force of the black squall
weakened its resolve,
and by morning some of the branches
had fallen to the ground.
Defeated by the relentlessness of this
terrifying gale,
the remaining stricken branches
cracked apart and fell heavily
to the sodden loam.
The Earth was still.

In the morning I looked upon its sorrow
and felt my own so deeply,
for I loved this mysterious evergreen.
I was sad that this tree’s inspiring essence
could know such
terrible defeat.

So we carried away its precious branches
and each day I looked on its brokenness,
not believing it could bare the shame
of stark reality.
A stubby trunk and a few tangled bows
were all that remained.

But what really took my breath away
that in the space
where the tree’s tawny limbs had covered the scenery
and reached upwards,
a view appeared.
It captivated my mind.
A new aspect was revealed across the rooftops
reminding me that even
in the fragility of life
there is still belonging and beauty to be found
if you allow it.
It uncovered another scene beyond
its broken branches.

And there, a great tree taught me
that nothing is ever what it appears to be.
If your eyes are opened you will
see the things worth seeing.
Where heartbreak splinters in today’s sorrow,
just look
and let your heart perceive the mystery.
You will find extraordinariness
in the shelter of everyday.

And though there may be many storms in life,
some may break you,
some may render you incapacitated,
don’t despair,
because out there in the eternal seas,
where tranquility reigns in realms beyond
your wildest imaginings
a bounty of blessings exist.

And my sorrow waned,
as I understood that
even in death and destruction,
there is an eternity of
blissful contentment
and hope.



Let there be flowers wherever i go

“The earth laughs in flowers.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

let there be flowers wherever i go
my eyes are grateful to see them
my soul receives their love
as they wave at me from the sidewalks
they sprinkle their fragrance to charm me
and bring me back
to the present moment
they remind me to trust the Divine


Walk the Labyrinth

“The only reason we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes. ”
― Pema Chödrön


I’m coerced deeper
into disconnection
from thought.
My cells have absorbed
so much untruth.
The narrative I create
is to protect
myself from harm,
from disappointment.
I’ve been distracted
by the words
and accusations,
the confusion of
things I tell myself.

Shadows of my false self
pass by my window
each day,
enticing me back
to reduction,
a far cry from the expanse
that surrounds me.
Grooves deep in my psyche
spill into recognition
of failure,
I sabotage belonging.
Have I tried too hard to forget
my shadow self,
even to deny it?
In my judgement of it,
perhaps I’ve given it
more power!


Winks of renewal

“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.”
― Marty Rubin

anthems of awakening 2
Winks of renewal stir the air,
little robins flit everywhere.
Hadedas call their mates,
and frivolous birds congregate.
Dormant buds are peeping through,
under skies of azure blue.
Renewed promises come to life,
in morning glory’s twinkling eyes.
As if awaking from a deep sleep,
winter’s vows become oblique.
Long bitter nights are vanishing fast,
as songs of awakening
come to pass.


Just Words…..

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and right doing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

I consigned some words
to their murky depths,
unyielding secrets,
bunkers of scrapped defects.

The light of day
was hidden from sight,
like poisonous algae
and bitter blight.

Words immersed
in condemnation of self,
they had no belonging
on mercy’s shelf.

Once those words
held cathartic prose,
a soothing balm
to a life deposed.

In fields of surrender
I scattered their shards
fragments of brokenness
a mere house of cards.

The crows circled over
the tattered remains,
splintered sensations
of unwanted details.

Meaningless babble
told in garbled tones
consigned to their graves
on embellished head stones.