Mama Zen's request
53 words of a
safe place:
stretch wide
watching over
the space where Mamas
house once stood
I sit in lotus
at its base
the Oak and me
face to face
close my eyes
slowly breathe in deep
Ohm Ohm Ohm
release my being
no longer me
I am the tree
I can see
53 words of a
safe place:
large Oak
limbs and fingersstretch wide
watching over
the space where Mamas
house once stood
I sit in lotus
at its base
the Oak and me
face to face
close my eyes
slowly breathe in deep
Ohm Ohm Ohm
release my being
no longer me
I am the tree
I can see
Gracias for visiting, Loredana, and leaving a gentle touch
ReplyDeleteTrees have memories. Longer than ours. This one shared yours. Wonderful feeling that must be, sitting there and sharing your youth.
ReplyDeleteThis is truly lovely.. the hearken back to youth, the connection with nature and the quest for inner peace.
ReplyDeleteYou can do a lotus asana?!! I doubt I'd feel very peaceful in such a pretzel-like pose!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, though, I love how you identify with the tree. This is beautiful.
i liked this very much!
ReplyDeleteI love trees even if I am not meditating just being near them makes me feel alive and at peace =) This is wonderful
ReplyDeleteGracias to all of you for leaving your much appreciated comments.
ReplyDeleteA tree truly signifies in the most 'natural' way
how one can find ones growth even while sitting still. See how the tree grows tall, expansive and strong. Humans must realize that 'the search' is within us
I LOVE this! SO MUCH! I can see you! Imagine a child already knowing how to become peaceful. Wonderful image, my friend.
ReplyDelete... 'I am the tree, I can see' ~~ amazing line in an awesome poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I find old trees so peaceful.
ReplyDeleteThis one speaks to me. My tree was a maple, and it was at Grandma's. Lovely verses.
ReplyDelete"I am the tree"...I understand this so well, thinking of the tree in my grandmother's yard when I was very young, and didn't yet feel separate or apart.
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One with the tree. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis speaks to me of the home where I grew up. The family no longer owns it, but I can sit in the lotus position and breathe in its memory and become one with it...thank you for letting me know I can find peace with having to let go of the property.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely - a return to a beloved place can be very sad, especially if much changed. Terrific to find this natural remnant here and to be able to identify with it. k.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you had the oak to come back to. Such wonderful guardians, the ancient oaks, with their spreading arms and deep roots. And yes, if one can be still enough, the illusion of separation dissolves.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this beautiful poem. And for your visits and kind words.
Very serene and safe, I think. Trees are so important to this world. Thanks for saying hello on my site--it's nice to "see" you! :)
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