Italian Stone Pine

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Picture by J. M. W. Turner

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Tears flow before my speechless mind.

Before the vivid silhouette of a pine,

I choose to let go of my limited sight.

Beyond the noise of judgment,

Experience strips off its garment

Of labels and old patterns.

Stone pine, brother of mine,

In the land of cypress, hackberry, and lime,

Hold me tight in your branches,

Ground me so I can reach the sky.

 

Herons

 

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Rowan Tree (罗恩树)

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Embroidery by Lili Jahilo

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Your children,  sleigh-bells,

Ring red, orange and sharp;

It’s Christmas every day.

You stand tall, my little friend;

Ash, beech and oak, your giant tribe folk,

Respect your trade and your grave.

Feasts of butterflies,

Busy bees and flies,

Loyal bird-midwives.

In essence,

The whole forest thrives.

 

When you stop trying to solve the mystery,

You become it.

Birds and butterflies,

Bees and flies,

Rain and trenches,

Leaves and branches.

In essence,

You become You,

One with everything.

Luō ēn shù.

 

Herons

Coming Down With The Rain

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Picture by Amanda Hunter

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All memories dissolve in the beautiful now.

Likewise,

Thoughts of grief and regret

Are carried away by the wind;

I become the wind,

The rustling leaves of the maples,

The buzzing jumps of the beetles,

The swift movement of the sparrows.

You’re not with me,

But my love remains.

Love beyond the limitations

Of these bodies.

The same love flowing through maples, beetles, and sparrows,

Coming down with the rain

Drizzling on your moon face.

 

Herons

The Seagull’s Laughter

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Picture by David Sousa

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A gentle reminder

Of oneness.

I am the seagull flying above the streets

Flying in the rain

Flying ‘bove the chimneys

Flying ‘bove the pain

Of our blind realities…

Our small suffering is a tiny part of the whole,

The Nature whole we’re one with;

So let there be healing:

Witness the trees drinking from the sky

Witness the crows rejoicing on death

Witness the purity of a smile

Untarnished by the mind;

Listen to the seagull’s laughter as you walk by.

 

Herons

In Everything That You Do

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Picture: The Light Breaks Through by Kimberley Harris

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I am you

In everything that I do;

You are me

You’re the sand and the sea;

They are us

When they get off the bus;

We are them

When we dance our amen;

There’s only Life.

So you use that knife:

The veil is ripped, the farce dissolves.

Light breaks through, in everything that you do.

 

Herons

The Unspeakable Smile

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Picture by Ilona Zabolotna

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Words fall,

Crumble to pieces

A shot to the heart

The love of a galaxy

The love of no substance

The trust in the river,

In the flow of life

The flow of the Universe.

Thank you, mysterious girl

For channeling a glimpse of the truth.

 

Herons

The Door

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Picture by Ram Onkar

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A door in the dark

Nicely made, cedar wood, brass finish and handle.

It’s scary because it guards the unknown,

So excuses pop in the mind like salmons.

You believe the salmons and dismiss the door:

“There might be demons there, there might be effort…”

“There might be beauty, so it must be locked.”

So you pick another passage, the gate is open down there, easy.

After a couple of miles, the same cedar wood door appears, again.

You look the other way,

Walk more.

It reappears: you must surrender.

Now, you find yourself picking the lock

For days, weeks, months

Finally, it opens

And…

“Wait a minute, it didn’t click as usual.”

Yes, my friend

Sometimes the door you were so afraid to go through

Was open, to begin with.

 

Herons