Sister Tree, breathe me your peace.
When you breathe out, I breathe in.
We are connected.
The genetic code, in trees and humans,
is the same.
In Woman,
the design of membranes in the placenta,
nurturer of human life,
is the same as the Tree of Life.
This fills me with awe.
How can we be so busy, so distracted,
so disconnected,
so claimed by the worldly,
that we forget
we come from starlight?
How is it we busy ourselves with technology
and forget it is our bare feet on the ground,
our eyes raised to the sky,
the image of sunset imprinted on our soul
that gives life meaning?
I turn off the tv, the computer, the phone.
I turn on birdsong, daybreak, Cloud Art
and stardreaming.
I place my hand upon your trunk.
My Sister.
In this moment,
it is only you and I,
breathing.
One from 2014, re-posted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry. Do join us, and enjoy some fine poetry on Sunday morning.
A great piece, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I didn't know about the placenta and it fills me with wonder. I hugged trees last Saturday--sycamore, oak, maple and yew, all in a little cemetery and I felt energized and in communion. I think this poem describes that moment too. I wish I had written it. Sharing.
ReplyDeleteAh, we could all benefit by getting in touch, really getting in touch, with trees!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Sherry, if only we could get clean off the grid often enough to keep the connection with the earth alive.
ReplyDeleteThe whole point is that all life is related and we should respect, care for and nurture it as we are part of it too. I love how you open our eyes to the reality of our world Sherry.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem :D loved these lines:
ReplyDeleteIn this moment,
it is only you and I,
breathing.
Beautifully executed!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
This is so beautiful. Thanks for your gift.
ReplyDeleteI love that we all come form starlight - we just have to reconnect with its shine I suppose..how easily we can forget..stop to breathe and listen..sadly..although when we do maybe those moments are extra special...xo
ReplyDeleteI think if everybody just went out today and touched a tree, felt it, I think we might see a change for the positive. Maybe it's all that's needed.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, and so true.
ReplyDeleteGood-ness, I love this! Especially these sections:
ReplyDelete"In Woman,
the design of membranes in the placenta,
nurturer of human life,
is the same as the Tree of Life."
"How can we ... forget
we come from starlight?"
the last 3 lines
timely message.
ReplyDeletewe have become so dependent on technology that we may have forgotten about the trees, forgotten that they contribute to the very air that we breathe.
what a sweet prayer,
ReplyDeletesisterhood is good.
We do indeed come from starlight and we are children of the stars and the earth. Thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poem. I like your pointed critique at how much we just can't see, or chose not to see.
ReplyDeletethe ending took my breath away:
ReplyDelete"I turn off the tv, the computer, the phone.
I turn on birdsong, daybreak, Cloud Art
and stardreaming.
I place my hand upon your trunk.
My Sister.
In this moment,
it is only you and I,
breathing."
I turn off the tv, the computer, the phone.
ReplyDeleteI turn on birdsong, daybreak, Cloud Art
and stardreaming.
Such a strong message, Sherry. It is always a pleasure to read your archived works.
Beautiful picture and piece. Not to mention the lovely miniature lady underneath.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Ohhhhhh, yes. YES.
ReplyDeleteThis, today, please:
"I turn on birdsong, daybreak, Cloud Art
and stardreaming."
Breathing with you and tree, Sherry....Tried to turn computer off...was able to hold for only one month...love the photo too.
ReplyDeletei so luv the natural connectedness of this piece; i luv trees and an endeared by this poem
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today
much love...
What a fabulous poem Sherry and I am in awe as well as you draw the similarities of women and trees....why I am so drawn to them I suppose. I am now spending time outside even in stocking feet to feel the earth on my soles of my feet, to keep the connection to the earth as it fills me up.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Sherry! If I couldn't go barefoot and feel the earth beneath me, I think I'd go mad.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Sherry! You have beautifully articulated an insight, reverence and respect that is core to "good" living ... and that is: the gift that nature bestows upon those who open themselves up to - with joy and gratitude - the positive cosmic energy that is all around us. A wonderful write!
ReplyDeleteHow is it we busy ourselves with technology
ReplyDeleteand forget it is our bare feet on the ground,
One is lulled into dreamland with tech availability forgetting the now!
Hank
We must stop each day and remember our true connections,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Turning off all the electronics so important-- sherry, I hope all is well with you, just reading about accident.
ReplyDeleteSounds just terribleZ k .
Stunning, Sherry! It made me think of an article, Call of the Wild, by Bernie Krause, you can find it on line and I think you will like it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful call to get back outside.
ReplyDeleteglad that you have your figures crossed for your beloved sister,
ReplyDeletepowerful emotions.
Absolutely gorgeous, Sherry. It is so important to make those connections with our Mother Earth. Thanks for reading me piece. I hope all is well with you.
ReplyDeletePamela ox
*my piece*
DeleteThis is beautiful. We rob our souls when we don't commune with nature..to become one with it. In the tiny woods behind my house I watch wildlife make their way to my fence because they feel protected. The are more comfort to me than I am to them.
ReplyDeleteI love that moment of silence and tranquility Sherry ~
ReplyDeleteHonoring of the connection among all things living.
ReplyDeleteI get revived also from being in nature - even on a rainy day there is a connection with the breeze at it plays with the trees.
ReplyDelete...and yet we still embrace plastic