For you, with tears in your eyes
With sadness in your grip
Your betrayal. The grief of being unsupported.
You: who aren’t seen.
You who are lost in the masses.
I rise up. I wake for you.
You, I see in every moment,
A heart beating.
Your life gone…
Few at your funeral. Fewer in the hospital
As you pass… truly your most sacred moment.
For no matter WHO you become in this
Life: Just know that you were someone to me.
You are the reason.
I will cram.
I will lay down before you.
YOU are my sacred chamber, my lost
Vessel, my unborn.
I may never meet you: because
There’s so much work to be done,
And I see you everywhere,
asking for my attention.
I can be a better mother to you
By being a good friend to all.
Earth Centered Heart Tree Project Participation Badge
Beginning:
The original re-quest (during Mercury retrograde):
Dear friends,
I think it would be neat if you helped me with some art. In fact, it’s more of an interaction experiment; and I’m hoping that you’ll share in the comments your ideas, along with a link to your own blog post around a tree of your choice. I’ll be away for a little while, and I’m curious to see if, when I come back, there will be some more inspiration to finish my own tree. I like to see your ideas, expressions, thoughts, ruminatings, visions, photographs, inspirations, prophecies, recipes, potions, field guides, haikus, short fiction, novels, Whatever. If you participate, I will be very inspired, and I will finish my tree painting and turn it into a badge for you.
I’d like to ask you some questions [I decided to answer them, too]:
If you were a tree, what would life feel like? [Here are my answers.]
If I were a mighty tree, I would sway in the wind and receive the rains from the sky. I would enjoy the sun soaking up the rain, and feel peaceful at night when all the little critters have gone to sleep. I would be free from ants. I would look up at the moon, and cherish the twinkle of the stars, and experience the awareness of all my beginnings and endings, from the depth of my roots, to the tips of my fingers and beyond.
What kind of tree would you be, if you got to be a tree just now?
I would be an ethereal tree, a consciousness that has accumulated from many, many times but can change form, appearance, name, and quality. I would be flexible enough to move through the world. I’d carry my roots with me. I’d open my limbs and leaves one day and the next, I’d wrap them up and bury myself like a fig tree in the winter (such as every year at my grandmother’s house) to rise next spring. One day, I’d be a house plant, another day I’d be a Rainbow Eucalyptus or a Rudraksha tree living on the island Kauai. Then, I’d be a redwood tree with an amazingly shallow but well-connected set of root-systems, connected to all my brothers and sisters, and taking in water from the coastal mists and through my leaves. It really wouldn’t matter to me what form I’d take on – just that I am free to be a the tree, any tree, that I need to be in the moment.
If you could choose to make artwork to honor a tree, what format/media/style would it be in?
How old would you be, if you were a tree ?(This is Kim’s Question!)
Since I am a tree spirit, I have been around for as long as I can remember, and even longer than that, there’s evidence of me.
Hi Michael,
Beautiful poem. Interesting story that I’ve (we’ve) been thinking about getting a puppy. Of course, it’s just that desire to continue filling the space with love, I guess. Met my first neighbor-friend yesterday and it seems with some of the newest friends I’ve made lately; we just talk about dogs. I don’t know if this really happened to you or is just creative expression of all the happenings; but your poem reminds me of all the dogs I’ve ever loved; and that it’s very much in my thought-process, even when it’s least likely to happen. Love the new blog layout.
Love, Ka
Hafiz picked me up
and drove me out into the countryside,
aiming the right front tire
for every mud puddle he could find,
and filling the rearview mirror
with volley after volley of clay starbursts.
Then, much to the relief
of both my kidneys and
the vehicle’s suspension,
we came across a dog breeder
and popped in to say hello.
After a cup of tea
and a profound discussion
of canine nutrition,
she invited us to see the stock.
We stepped outside
and she whistled like an old school
basketball coach.
All the little pups came running.
They lined up in a row
and plopped down on their
well-trained haunches,
head up, chest out, and eyes wide.
As we went down the line
they smiled ear to ear
like they couldn’t stand it anymore
and made puppy growls and yips
and bounced in place or fell over sideways and licked our…
My mind is not on studying, and this makes me sad. Usually I like studying. I enjoy it. Not right now… right now I just want to be inspired, every single moment. I want to create something – or I get thoughts about things. For instance, this past weekend my husband and I went to go shoot some pool. You know, billiards!? I always think of the planets when I am shooting pool.
I hadn’t played pool in a long time, but for some reason – including my mystery beer: Fat tire, helped. Actually, I only had one beer. That’s all I needed to have a really good game. All the “long-shots” that I ended up taking were really good. I am sort of teaching my husband how to play pool. Luckily, he’s a quick study.
So, astrology and billiard balls…. It’s all about geometry, angles, and putting “English” on the ball!
So, no… I’ve never played in a pool league. But, I still do have some divine moments 😉 It’s pretty fun to have a witness! Can I have a witness?!
Fiesta Estrellas 
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