Spirit of the Trees

I see now that you

have a face and mouth

hands and many eyes

peering from the depths

connecting me with something

far within myself

 

your arms reach out

long and wide to embrace me

you hold all in your hands

 

sun and sky and earth

merge

in your gentle majesty

 

I place my hands upon your bark

my light cascades into the ground

 

I can feel your roots

and the roots of your brothers

your sisters and your kin

 

bury me

 

I hear the sounds

of your slow voices

I sense the spirit within

 

the spirit that guides me

flourishing—

 

you have stories to tell.

I will listen.

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In the Still

Looking in the mirror, I find you there

still, but very much present

like the presence of my being

 

you’re there

when I’m walking in the depths of my heart

still, like a barren tree

you stand behind every newly opened door

 

who knew

that all the pathways

somehow, led back to you

like the unfolding labyrinth

of God, compressed upon itself

 

fractals upon fractals

dancing in sweet ecstasy

 

I hold you like the trees hold one other

rising and falling,

two canopies – twisting

transforming

like the riverbed.

Momentum

They were charged with hot

electrical momentum –

two fires that raged in the night

one after another they fell

in passion and desire

swept with madness across each other’s lives

 

he was like the ram,

powerful and alive

and she loved like a lion in the dark

howling for each other

breath upon breath,

their bodies swayed in a newfound trance

 

as they loved

their oceans burst together

rivers surged and forests burned with need,

will against will,

heart becoming one –

they fought their battles with unconditional love

 

wherever they went

death followed their steps,

the old ways died and their old lives

fell

cities crashed

one by one on the horizon,

as the transformers reshaped the world in their dance

 

they bore one other

along the bones and broken dreams,

their bodies transfixed with mighty wonder –

 

there came the wings

borne across each other’s backs –

wings that promised of another chance.

Like Winter

She asks me to love her like winter

like the gnarled cries of the bare trees

she longs to be adored

like the bitter sting of cold at her feet

she begs for worship,

for love to melt like crystals

hands and lips to greet her tongue and gentle cheeks.

“Be pleasing to my taste,” she begs

like the winter air that loves my lungs.”

 

The tender snow graces her hair and

with the sweetness of God shaping every snowflake

I feel my body my sins my soul

the ice cascading in my breath—

 

“Love me the way you love the night

like the heavy ice that shapes the branches.

Melt with reluctance.

Die before you are parted from me.

Bear me like the winter earth, like the ice beneath my feet.

Love me with your every naked limb and longing cry.”