To The Poplar

You, huge ancient poplar

rooting under my bed,

steady me in my deep

meditations.  Introducing me

to your progeny who flourish

all around the spring-fed lake

glistening with your gold

leaves to celebrate the fall.

Humming the ground

thrumming vitality

urging me out of my oblong box

of manmade separation

to sink deeper into our connection,

where we dance with the full moon

and Venus peeking through your pre-dawn

branching.  I lean into the

billion-year-old intelligence

waiting for my receptive heart-

space, the fluid love starlit

and root-bound, tracing

these invisible webs into

my felt reality

as we explore how to be grateful

for what is

right now.

 

 

Inspired by:  Fluid, Oblong, Gold, Grateful