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A Poem: Rooted

May 11, 2018

A beautiful reflection

Living Tree Poetry

I am at the root of all things,
under a ground in which lies
a myriad of tender growing things.

I am the root for which you need to delve.
Your journey both a growing up
and a lengthening out, into the soil
which holds the sustenance of life.

I am the dark secret passages
where no light shines
and all progress is slow,
and made by feel.

Until the breakthrough,
and the seedling,
proof of all that’s formed in the dark,
emerges through to the light.

I am the bird at the tip of your living tree.
Singing for the gift of life
that brought the dark hidden things to the surface,
and then grew them to their heights.

Towers of green
sustained by their rooted links,
and burrowed depths
which hold them anchored to the earth.

And I am the wind
that moves through your branches.

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