Tree Root poem....

 

Tree Root

I celebrate this perfect morning
lit like the inside of a pearl
with satin shell gleaming, container
of ocean-light here in the dripping mountain.
We've lost our centre, reliable weather,
predictable seasons, but the trees
anchor us deep, carrying our hearts,
their precious cargo, down with the roots
to the dark centre.
They show us the true ground of being,
the source of our living and prune away
the dross of our silly selves.
Re-formed and made new, glowing
with life we too can raise our faces
into the breeze, scenting out
the shifting path and welcoming
the winds of change, this sea-change
this earth becoming.

                                   © 02.15.2010     Gyllian Davies