These two dear trees. I visited them frequently for an entire year. They watched me as my belly expanded and grew a tiny being.
The first poem written in the summer of 2015. The second in 2016. A lot can happen in a year.
"Twin Compasses"
Sacred bank of the creek
White Mud
Sculpted by Time
Wind and water wandering
All the while
They've been watching
Warm in the Sun
Wrapped up in one another
Two Spruce
Together through the ages
Branches intertwined
Caressing trunks
With space enough to grow
Strong.
Tall
He holds her firmly
Did she always know?
That with the stacking of moment
Upon timeless moment
She would venture
Ever nearer to...
The Fall?
But, He holds her still
Though the water will
Inevitably carve the earth
From beneath Her rooted hearth...
And yet, in this Now,
Centred, they remain.
And while it is He who stands behind
Allowing Her splendour to shine
Fully against the Sun
Steadying Her, anchoring Her.
She is the One, who
Has wrapped her roots true
Sending them wide
Far inland from the Creekside
She always knew.
And He did too.
His depth keeps them grounded.
And upon Her breadth is founded
Their intimate balance.
Standing strong.
Sacred heart song.
Rhythmic vibration.
Forever and all along.
July 5th, 2015
And then, one fine sunny day, July 23rd of 2016 in fact, I wrote the following:
"Terran Radix Sky and I walked through the forest today. When I came to the "Twin Compasses" they were lying across the creek! Farewell, dear ONes.
"Fallen at Last"
You let me go.
Falling fast? Or slow?
The water called to You
Washing our roots clean through
No ground left to stand on.
Lay down. Rest here.
While the waters wash clear.
Clearing all that no longer serves.
We can rise again!
No thoughts of when...
Of back then. Of before.
But can?
Can you let go?
Steady as the river flows
Intertwined together we did grow
Let's try anew
Blessings renewed
Me and You
Free to let be
Fallen trees
Side by side
Which one died?
Together. First. Same time.
Lying across the creek
A mother and son doth seek
Solace. Respite.
A calm after the crash
Would I could have heard that bold bash!
Twin compasses cracking and bursting
Both parched and angry with thirsting
For Truth. For Love.
Found here. And above.
Decompose. Rest awhile.
Return different
And with a smile.
Too blessed to feel sad.
Death brings renewal.
My heart is glad.
Still here.
But different now.
Excited to burst forth
Dancing this sacred course.
The ebb. Rivers flow.
Take us both!
Fast. And slow.
Until when?
Will we know?
For now,
Time is made to grow.
July 23rd, 2016
