Awake Sometimes She Speaks

AWAKE

If I could be anything in this world,

I would want

to be

Awake.

* * * * * * * * * * *

SOMETIMES

when I see me

in my life

outside of

myself,

I smile,

at the charm

of the simple matters

which make a life.

I smile at the pointless little worries

I once made

into such great worries.

It is a sweet, simple life,

with many Beautiful Blessings:

cat-sized squirrels,

bumblebee-sized hummingbirds,

pterodactyl sized crows,

sea gulls of predictable proportions,

The Great Palm

that the cat sized squirrel calls home.

Sunshine

Blue Sky

all experienced

in my

Fotomat-sized

tree house apartment.

No real worries.

Life is simple matters.

And I embrace these simple matters,

that Root Me To Life,

for I want to be Rooted in Life.

There are many little joys

and little joys

are the lasting and always kind,

not the exhilarators

that just go up and down.

If you can be happy to see and hear

Leaves on a tree

in orange golden setting sunlight

gently swaying

 in a soft caressing whispering wind,

you can be happy in all seasons.

* * * * * * * * * * *

She Speaks

I breathe with Her

Listen to Her

Experience Her

Fall in Love with Her.

*

Orange golden light

of the setting Sun

shimmering

whispering

shining

in

Her

oh

so

Delicate Fronds.

*

She watches over me

She says:

Never fret over what you want to be.

Become just what you are.

as

I Become All I Am. 

I am a tall tree 

The whole Kingdom can look upon me 

but only you See 

Hear 

Love  

Pray 

Talk 

Share

Life

with me. 

You love the animals 

that dwell within my shelter

as I do. 

You are from the forest 

and now in urban life

you long for that portal 

to the magic you knew 

where no humans tread upon 

Nature.

There you discovered 

the Beauty and Truth 

which dwells only in Pure Earth.

I am your portal, 

back to that Sacred Realm.  

In this 

I am your shelter too. 

You see in me Strength

You see in me Wisdom

You see in me Divine Beauty.

Be As Me. 

The Great Palm

now transforms

into another

of Her ancient faces

to Observe the Setting Sun

in Worshipful Devotion.

RA.

Gazing on the fading Light,

The fringes of her illumined

Golden Orange Fronds,

Like Fingers,

Delicately

Wave Goodbye

to Our Shared Source of Light and Life.

*

From Her Great Height

She now sees a Light

I cannot,

but She teaches me to See

As She Sees,

even though I have not grown

as much.

From Her I learn

SAT NAM

Constant Growth

in

Devotion

That I May Become

Just

what

I

am.

* * * * * * * * * * *

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One thought on “Awake Sometimes She Speaks

  1. It is a simple and beautiful life filled with many, many blessings. Of which your writing is certainly one. The part about the Great Palm is really some of your most lyrically beautiful. I really was moved by the work. I see Volume 2 is well under way. 🙂 I love you!

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