No longer stretching in the wind, growing taller
No longer attached to green and growing tree
You’ve let go. You’re grounded. Shaded.
Reflecting complex patterns of light and dark,
mysterious cycles of living and dying.
Areas of your surface are bleached, peeled free of all obstruction;
Openings where your deep core reveals itself;
Places that are crumbling.
And cradles for moss, ferns, and baby trees,
places offering nurture to new life, safety for growth.
More crevices – hidden and revealed – where birds sit and sing,
insects nest, snakes shelter.
Rest now, and be. Open to rain and sun. At one with Life.
Let me be as you are: Peaceful. Joyful. Grateful.
– Trudy James
