Ringing Cedar
The earth is a living being
peopled by trees.
Put your hand on the trunk
of wise Grandfather Cedar
and listen, as he teaches you
how to live
with the natural world,
how to learn from it,
speak to it,
co-exist with it,
with respect,
doing no harm.
Listen to
the song
of this old tree,
transmitter
of cosmic energy,
source of our
very breath.
Always remember:
We are water.
We are air.
We are trees.
The Ringing Cedars of Russia,
deep in the taiga,
when they reach
a venerable age,
begin to ring.
They are asking humans to use
their stored-up energy
for the benefit of mankind.
If their call is not answered,
they begin to burn from the inside,
much as we do,
when our gifts
are not received.
much as we do,
when our gifts
are not received.
Place your hand on the trunk
of Grandfather Cedar.
Ask for his blessing,
his forgiveness
for our being so slow
to awaken.
Listen to his song,
and remember:
We are water.
We are air.
We are trees.
Posted for Bjorn's prompt at dVerse: Under the Canopy - to write about trees. The story of the Ringing Cedars of Russia, and the eco-villages spread across Russia (and even parts of the USA), inspired by the series of books by Vladimir Megre, has always fascinated me.
i wonder if we thought of the world as a big organism that we were just a part of if it would make a difference...would our own self preservation kick in...seriously it seems we def dont think that way....listening to your song sherry...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI can tell tress are dear to you, Sherry! I like cedars too and agree that we should listen to Nature more than we do at present.
ReplyDelete"We are water. We are air. We are trees."- Powerful. The wonders of the trees are so well incorporated in your words. Well-written. I certainly liked the old wise quality of it.
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Wonderful thoughts.. Nature is connected in all we do. Cutting a tree might be the same as cutting a limb of yourself.
ReplyDeleteYou have touched on the treeness of trees Sherry. >KB
ReplyDeleteIf only more of us could feel this connection with the natural world..."we are water, we are air, we are trees" how true.
ReplyDeleteSing on, my dear. Let your refrain vibrate through the winds.
ReplyDeleteEntirely Lovely!
ReplyDeleteyou know i just esp. love that part with the ringing cedars of russia in the taiga... so magical...
ReplyDeleteI love the refrain, call and incantation ~ We are trees ~
ReplyDeleteTruly enchanting and ceremonious, Sherry. I love the repitition of:
ReplyDeleteWe are water.
We are air.
We are trees.
You know I think of myself as a sister to trees, love your calling song, sister,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
We do need to listen to the messages that nature is sending to us indeed, Sherry. Those trees ARE very wise!
ReplyDeleteProfits and views come first so most are oblivious to the importance of trees disregarding the serious consequences of destroying them.
ReplyDeleteGrandfather Cedar talks loudly, yet we are still able to drown him out. I hope we listen soon. This is such a good write Sherry.
ReplyDeleteHow much we were on the same wavelength in different words. Remarkable and your writing gave me the chills in a good way.
ReplyDelete...a beautiful song in this life that goes round & round & round... everything that breathes is part of the circle: one act of goodness, it will go round & pass to everyone then back to you; one act of greediness, it will go round & pass to everyone then back to you. Smiles...
ReplyDeleteI understand where you are standing - trees are the heart and soul of healthy ecosystems. Without them, it is desert.
ReplyDelete"Peopled by trees" is such a charming concept. Lovely.
ReplyDelete..touching them, one can feel their soul and though hard and unable to speak, they reassure us with their presence...
ReplyDeleteYes we are trees. Today we live on the mesa, and mostly there is only sage, but I think they are tiny trees well suited to live here in the difficult place where most other plants can not live. Some people move here and remove the sage...not understanding the importance of the sage...when the wind blows, so does their yard.
ReplyDeleteSherry,
ReplyDeleteYou speak the language of the trees and nature you have been gifted with a spirit of nature. Enjoyed this poem as I listened to the song.
what a soul stirring song Sherry!!!
ReplyDeletesing the song of the cedars... we are wind, we are water, we are dirt, we are the breath, we are trees...
ReplyDelete:-) mi amiga
We are not apart from any other thing. I love this, Sherry. I think school children should be learning these very things so that all can live more wholly. Truly a beautiful, soul stirring write...thank you! So nice to be here again...
ReplyDeleteSherry, I love this. Trees are so life-giving, so critical to our environment, our very existence. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSherry, this captures all the things I believe about trees...this is magnificent!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I'd not heard of the ringing trees before. Deep magic & mystery here (love that stuff)--and so beautifully done. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI do love your affinity for trees Sherry...I have a similar one myself and have written from this perspective too...You've captured the tree persona so beautifully...you could be a Druid, my dear...love it.
ReplyDeletehttp://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2014/01/when-trees-weep.html
Your poem is a monument really!! I like this 'ringing', affinity people and sedar. Call has to be answered!
ReplyDeleteIt is a wonderful notion. Thanks, Sherry. k.
ReplyDeleteMarvellous sensitive writing.
ReplyDeleteCiao
Pea
I share your affinity for trees Sherry - if I were to choose another life form - a tree would be it.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
i liked the gentleness and love put into this
ReplyDeletereally like the verse on the Russian Cedars - the sense of it 'rings true' ~
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