From your deepest diving roots,
to your highest leaves,
I feel the forces of nature,
of which you are a part,
welling up inside you.
Invigorating. Liberating.
The vitality, and evolutionary currents,
which have been flowing for millennia,
building throughout the universe
Undulating,
coruscating kaleidoscopes of colour,
pulsating within you.
Vibrating elements building,
all things, all the time.
Flowing in, nurturing,
flowing out.
A million lines,
of texture on your trunk.
A million tunnels,
to transfer fluids,
flowing out, flowing in,
bringing life giving nutrition.
The original interdependence.
Living, breathing,
essential components,
of our world.
A million microorganisms,
unfurled, hurled towards infinity.
Trying, jostling, struggling,
to be, but not thee,
humble tree,
by becoming,
you grow tall,
lofty enough to see,
the whole horizon,
stretch,
towards infinity.
~MStJ
There are objects all around me. A roll of thread. A green glass bottle. A dormant pine cone. There are things everywhere I look, scattered all around my home. Leather bound books. Paperback books. A lifetime worth of books. Dusty, damaged, well worn, ravaged, by these hands of mine. Two mirrors on opposite walls, a ball of garden twine. Two blue weights. A chest of drawers, of rich dark pine. Many pens which often fall, onto the floor, ball points, fountains. A5 notebooks, paper mountains, shifting over time. Two cups in my reach, each stained by tea, one empty. One larger, half full. Lemon and ginger vapours, fragrant, flee, circulate and linger, carried by the steam. Batteries. Remote controls, for radio & the TV, which shape my dreams, with shiny fables. Cables run along the skirting, behind a well used coffee table. Candles, wallet, nicotine, cover it's surface. Earphones and some old CD's. A passport, Watch. Behind it countless things, forgot, and small enough to fa...

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