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When I go
to nature
I let myself
merge with it.
With the cool shade
I gain my cool
with the rough texture
of a century old bark
I become weatherbeaten
but still holding
In the strong trunk
I find my own strength
and rectitude
to lean on.
With the soft ground below
I let myself not become
a burden to myself
and when the light
begins to fade
I make peace
with the haziness inside
and most of all
I don't rush
with or drive on
life.
I just let myself be
- no posturing
and no pretences.
aquavita75.photosight.ru
I am in two minds
but not perturbed
about choosing one.
My sights are set high
for the skies tell me
of the winds, storms
and rains and sunshine.
My feet on the ground
and can feel the soft
and the hard and the dry
and the wet earth.
The trunks give me
the much needed armrest.
The day is breaking and
the heart is aflutter,
Soon the birds will start
chirping
and the light will spread
before its time will come
to fade.
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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.
sergtimos.photosight.ru
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.
dedal.photosight.ru
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.
