She takes photos of flowers in graveyards and no one knows the difference;
they love them no matter.
Flowers never mind where they grow,
be it
a graveyard
a crack in the pavement
a mountain side or a field,
as long as their roots are nourished.
And the sun still shines
and the rain still wets
and wind still blows without pause where
dead people lie.
no fear of life or death;
so the flowers grow and she still
goes and sees that beauty and peace
Abide within.
I implore you
Sit in silence,
In this stillness explore your own roots
With wonder
And compassion as your companion;
Non judgment.
Observe unattached in love of self.
Such beauty has always been you,
See.
If one is not happiest for the tiniest of things
Then ones gratefulness for the big things will have no roots to hold happiness.
Depth.
It is a wonderful thing
To throw the windows open in spring
And look upon the world.
I stand still and welcome the air
Come
Saturate my skin.
Better yet
The morning dew is winking at me
And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.
“ Come play, come play”
They say
Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,
So out i go.
And my mind eases
And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones
Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.
Lifting my gaze to the sky
And closing my eyes,
Humming softly to myself
I am free.
And along comes the rain.
Seeds and roots you thought
Long dead come back to life.
Never give up.
Great tress manicured;
Cut and shaped to fit lest they overgrow
Space allotted them.
Aesthetically pleasant.
Cut the branch,
Rake the leaves.
Make it look like they never let go a mess to
Shed
The old and become
Stronger and taller.
Invisible cages even for them,
The mighty oaks.
Still they keep straining to grow to their full potential so naturally;
Roots creeping underneath us all as we go
About this and that.
This and that.
I wonder if solitary trees
Ever get lonely.
I imagine their roots going great
Lengths beneath our feet to
Reach,
To touch
One
Another.
Sensing the need through
Distance and dreams to feel,
To entwine wholly.
October sky.
i see the air as the breath
leaves my lips.
tree roots set themselves
deep and steady
ready for the chill to come.
branches reaching
to reassure one another.
inside lifeforce welcomes all stages of life,
happy to greet wind and rain
snowfall and sunlight.
living to live
and bring great joy
to earth and sky.
i touch the tree and know,
i
know we are not so
different and i am thankful.
It is time to release the shame.
Something,
Someone planted the seeds and you unwittingly
Let them grow tenuous roots
Around your insides;
Behind your eyes.
Cut the source of the growth at the root
Feel it wither on its own.
Shame cannot flourish if you cease to nourish it.
It cannot grow without your attention.
Lift your eyes to your beauty.
You are living,
Breathing
Golden light.
Unto
You
She appears a delicate beauty.
Do not be fooled
For
Her roots run
Deep.
Chole Into Diamonds 