Won't you be my tree?
Won't you be the air beneath my feet, asking me to extend forward Further, into the woods Could you be the space that allows me to step into this sacred place, I call home? Couldn't you be, that place between life and really living Why does no one seem to be giving free tickets to the one chance we have to live Why instead, must you insist, that I quietly suffer Sit still while life's whisper, creeps by While the wind, and the tree sway While the animals run wild in open fields, reminding us what it's like to play To take a step into the woods, out of the noise, out of the chatter out of all that doesn't seem to really matter and into the stillness, where life's subtle movements contain substance Enough to breathe in, to live on, to soak in for eternity. Why have we created these walls, these barriers, this system to exist in Why must we create a world of suffering of desperation, the craving for meditation, simplicity and awareness Why must we need such a thing Why is suffering so prevalent, why is mental health a concern, why is suicide a thing? Why have we created a world, so foreign to what was given? When there are trees, there are mountains, there is oxygen meant to sustain our every need. Why have we created a facade a life, superficial at best asking us to escape begging us to seek its origin, the trueness, the nature from which our ribs were formed? Here I am again, desperate drained wondering why such suffering why a life so mundane? how we got so far from the woods and so intertwined in the competitive frenzy of success Here you are, asking me to stay. And here I find myself, longing, desperate, depressed wishing life went a different way. You need me, because this system of life calls for productivity I need the woods, because the ache of my soul begs for simplicity I wish you would tell me to go I wish you knew the way that nourished my soul I wish you knew the woods And how everything here has a much lighter weight I wish you would go. I wish you would take a walk.. Discover your roots, discover the truth I hope you find your tree, sit beside it, find it to be a place, a home for you. Let that create space, let it occupy your mind. May you find the answer, what you seek in this life, may it be light, weigh easy on your chest. May you find rest, May you find that space, to be open, to be honest, to find your wild nature I hope you play. I hope you find life, not survival, but living I hope its so good, you never stop giving this freedom away. Won't you be my tree?
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March 2019
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