Lonely Birch On Concrete

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Picture: Misty Morning by Melissa McKinnon

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Lonely birch, through concrete, wades,

Remembering the Way.

Lonely birch of the glades,

Gaining perspective, away

From the flock,

Forget about the clock.

Lonely birch, at the foot of the mountain,

The wind murmurs at dusk

A couple o’ steps away from the fountain,

Through all sorts of rocks and musk.

Lonely birch you live and amaze me,

Amidst honks and toxic gases,

The city sometimes confuses me,

You teach me every season passes.

You teach me, no matter the passage,

Light shines through,

In everything that you do,

So allow the encrypted message

To be as it is

By accepting what is.

 

Herons

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

 

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