spring’s copper potlatch, cascade of sunlight
showering crimson light on the pavement
and cloud swiftly crossing each brief mirror
underfoot where light-trapped rain has puddled,
this white cherry with her charcoal branches,
blossom brimming-over yet not falling.
a Jacob’s ladder poised between the wet
earth and steely sky, seems to contain all
the wisdom of time and timelessness, holds
this wisdom still in her white canopy
not giving nor withholding, nor speaking
nor silent, she towers above me, I
wide awake, alive with inner sight, feel
how we are blessed, to share this world with trees.
your opening is not dependent upon anything really……how wonderful to know that our own vanishing moments of life and mystery can simply happen……
inquiry for today~ list your strengths today…….any shifts noted? can you bring your world back to groundless wonderment?
Part of our spiritual work is to sustain the gift of our sensitivity, and to exercise the faith that our sensitivity will reveal itself as the source of our strength. ~Mark Nepo