This Sea Of Trees

This bowl of roots

Our ship which carries the burden

Of our longing for union -

Weightless on the sea of expectation

Knowing all without discrimination

Accepting without judgement –

This bowl of roots

Our shared community of soul time together

Floating free to be as it is

Yet anchored also to love’s grace unfolding.

Carry us, carry me, carry you

In the sharing of our prayer for liberation

To walk the earth freed of the veil of unknowing.

Knowing the flow 

the shifts

Of wind and trees

Liberated now by birdsong

Becoming as we are 
in ourselves.

Bird song sketches

Wind through the pines –

The poet’s delight.

This way and that

The river flows

Running by its own internal logic,

Rain in the mountains

Gathering in the seas.

Raindrops gather along naked stems

Each a pinprick of light

Holding the world within.

Wood sprites dancing

Among the purple-brown leaves.

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