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– Poem For My Father –
One day he took me to a copse of trees
where we sat under a canopy of
newly formed leaves
above us a clear blue sky
where he gave perspectives to me
different from anything I had
learned.
Thoughts from the other side of
what we think we know.
How wind and leaves
are not separate forces rather
part of one single entity
connected to an infinity
of larger and larger wholeness
stretching outward from
the air we breathe,
beyond heat and light
from the sun then,
further into space and time until
I saw myself in a world
quite different than my own,
a world I’d never seen before,
of single limitless form.
He drew my attention to
the random movements of
the leaves
rising and falling, relentlessly
shooting ‘round and ‘round,
limbs branches leaves and needles
the grasses and saplings below
touching one another
sharing unique thought patterns
not unlike the synapses
of our brains though
infinitely more complex,
not confined by
the craniums of our skulls,
gathering awareness,
from earth and sky,
the mysteries of the world
above and below spoken to them
content to accept all that is true
without conscious reflection.
“Trees are the supreme creation of life along the continuum of awareness, free from all bonds, able to gather all knowledge from earth and sky and share with one another.”
I listened and within
the silence of my mind
heard leaves and limbs
whispering to one another,
their voices rising and falling
in concert with
the wind,
it seemed I was watching
a playground of laughing children.
He told me all root bound life
the trees and even the grasses reach
the tendrils of their minds, their
roots,
into the planet where they feel
the living vibrations of the earth and glimpse
the secrets of life
“They know the stuff we struggle to understand.” he said. “From the smallest particles outward, one long strip of awareness from where they are rooted, to the edge of the horizon and beyond, while we scurry about like ants grabbing pieces of sticks or crumbs of knowledge thinking how clever we are.’’
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Only good tears on this side of the planet. You’re special KS. Thank you.
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Re-blogged from a dear and special person. Sometimes the universe surprises you with synchronicity that is greater than yourself, takes you beyond your small world, and you may not understand it fully, but it is meant to be. Thank you KS.
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my favorite quote by T.S.Elliot: “We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploration will be to arrive were we started and know that place for the first time.” Take care …. thank you …. ks
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