In fullness....8

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The seed's power
is known when
it's sown.
I am now 
feeling like
the ripened fruit
that I hold -
fully grown
full of juices
waiting to give
of itself
and let
the seed
fall to the earth
and though
plucked from
the mother tree
still I retain
her essence 
in every cell of mine,
life waiting to
spring forth 
and take shape
separately.
Isn't that
beautiful -
the fullness
of beauty?

Of Nature...3

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Even the tiniest flower
and the mightiest trunk
live by the same light
and wear the same wind
but breathe same life
into their self
celebrating differently.
As one sways the other stands
and as one firms up 
the other fades.
And just as the grass
brushes lightly
against my bare thighs
I touch lightly
the bare bark 
of the tall ones.
To touch is to live.

Growing

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So nice to be resting
your head
against a solid 
yet supple support
that never stops 
reaching for the skies.
Growing without
stunting others
without casting
a shade over others
and yet receiving
everything with grace.
I have no hesitation
no inhibition
to let joy come to me
into me and
out of me.
Joy is growing.

Nature's work

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To be a tree....yet again

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When I feel like
uniting with
the firmness of strength
in me
I hold on to the
trunk of the tree
which is hard and soft
at the same time
- at once erotic
and metaphysical.
Juices inside
a tough exterior
that stands tall
trying to kiss
the passing clouds
and it lightly lifts
my spirits
and lets them soar.

Mysteriously....3

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It's the rule
in the wilderness
to let deadwood
lie,
and it's enchanting
when it merges
with the soil
and the rocks
and yet retains its
distinct identity.
Who can know
what entwines the roots
of this massive tree
underground
that teems with
insects surviving 
on air and water and earth
but need no light.
And it is the same 
inside me.
Wondrous!

Mysteriously....2

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As life goes uphill
there comes a clearing
unexpectedly
under the benign shade
of an ancient tree
which stands mute
to the tumbling down
of rocks,
my gaze turns up
in search of the mystery
of the opening sky.

This is the time...

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So happy I am
that even the rough
bark of the tree
reminds me of that warmth
which soared me
into skies unseen
and colours unimagined
and a world beyond breath.
Just to be able to lean
against a strong trunk
so sensuous
unmoving to the world
but moving a world
inside me.