My tree
Leaning against my tree
The tree planted at my birth
I’m here to recoup, to recover
After the vagaries of life
Have tossed me to and fro
Leaving me worn out and feeling low
I shift to get more comfortable
Against the cradling roots
Only to find myself falling
Falling through a cleft
That was not there just moments before
Down I gently slide
Down a spiraling stair case
When I finally come to a stop
On a short landing
I see a niche
And in this niche is a spinning woman
she smiles at me
And gestures me on my way.
So I continue down the steps
Slowly and with much care
Until I come to a larger landing
Where there is someone waiting for me
A young girl full of laughter and exuberance
Bouncing from foot to foot
She runs toward me arms open wide
Only to slip inside of me
Setting me to laughing and bouncing
Down the steps I find myself skipping
Moving with ease
Moving with glee
Down to a short landing
Where I see a niche
And in this niche is a woman
Measuring out some thread
She smiles at me
And gestures me on my way.
So I continue down the steps
Skipping and bouncing without a care
Until I come to a larger landing
Where there is someone waiting for me
A woman full of curves and passion
Swaying to music only she can hear
She dances toward me arms open wide
Only to slip inside of me
Setting me swaying and humming
Down the steps I find myself dancing
Moving with gladness
Moving with passion
Down to a short landing
Where I see a niche
And in this niche is a woman
Inspecting some thread, scissors in hand
She smiles at me, shaking her head
And gestures me on my way.
So I continue down the steps
Humming and dancing with abandon
Until I come to a larger landing
Where there is someone waiting for me
A crone full of wisdom and grace
With a cane and a secret smile
Arms open wide I move toward her
Only to find myself
Back at my tree
The tree planted at my birth
No cleft to be seen.
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This poem was inspired by a Dfest ritual meditation. I couldn’t get the images out of my head, so I set it down in hopes that the images will stop popping up when I’m meandering in my thoughts.
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