What Do The Trees Know?

having made its escape from escapism
this souls quest for the silence within
that which transcends . . .
. . . known quantities of understanding
and propels itself towards the infinite . . .
. . . . has risen to the fore
but where to find . . .
this knowledge to delve oneself
. . . in this world so enamored with transgressions . . .
another confrontation with a pivotal decision
realizing that the spoken tales of man it deplores . . .
. . . and an unwillingness to further explore
that which man has written
a new opportunity has risen
to gain insight and wisdom from other forms of conscious being
the question again, where to begin?
has there been an unyielding,
trustworthy steward of Mother Earth?
one whom has withstood
her nurturing transformations of renewal
. . . that has breathed her air, given life,
and provided shelter and nourishment for all beings
as falling leaves make their way gracefully to the earth’s floor
suddenly a pathway has been illuminated
. . . and now these words the soul can hear . . .
"go sit beneath the trees"


Rory

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*From my upcoming book "Spirit, Rhythms, Words"
  Originally written in 2007. Revised in 2011.
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