In autumn the year I was ten, playing with leaf-piles in a neighbor's yard, the wind called
and I knelt on the grass and entered the wild windy breath as it entered me,
and I knew mySelf for a moment
and it was over, and never finished yet for eternity.
In winter the year I was, oh, thirty something, walking over the hill crunching through the crusted snow, wind blustering, biting at the outside of me, calling the inside, I felt drawn
to a group of pines, to one pine, which entered my dreaming mind and spoke to me..
This pine invited me to be a tree, to own my pine-ness, to participate in bark and needles and allowing of the wind to move right through my branches, and so
I became this, this pine treeness,
I became it,
and learned once again the way to love the wind.
Who could understand this? This invitation to the Dance?
All I know is Love, when it's True, has this way of inviting you to be it, while it is you.
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You are the tree.......................love to the tree.
And Peter, brrrrrrr! It WAS cool and then it was really coool. Thank you.
And Deb - always the circle-includer - good heart. And Marilyn. And Alison. And Karen -
Hooray for clear connectors and connections, and may this only keep increasing for all humanity.
Karen - I'm honored. Thank you!
Susan - and for those who don't yet know Susan Budig's poetry, just follow her name-link - you're in for a treat - Thank you, Susan .
Precious poem!
*Debby, what a beautiful horse you have there - just lovely.
*Carolion - this is just amazing, just recently i sat on lunch break in the grass under a tree looking out to a field. I sat in quiet, and for the first time in a long time i felt the earth humming under me ... i listened to the wind, and welcomed it upond my face. It was very peaceful - and i remembered many times when i was young, visiting the woods and playing among the trees as if i was a deer ... or a horse,lol - i always use to do this ask Rosa, lol
Thank you so much for sharing your writing.
Smiling at John B and those 78s. Now there are some memory triggers.
Becky, my thanks - And Diana, now that you mention it, I think there IS fresh air in among those images. (c:*
Rainy - shapeshifter - and I bet you're also a natural dowser.
And also I'm sending virtual bright yellow maple leaves, a few raindrops from this morning, and a tired but happy smile.