Tree of Ages

Oh to be aware of time like the trees

Responding to the seasons of Life

with acceptance of returning

trusting in death, the releasing

unfurling without a rush…

growing, healing never ending

Oh to be awake to light like the trees

Turning towards the sources of sun

Wherever we may find our flickering ways

Trusting in the luminous return

after every spin, every drink with darkness

Facing, reaching for bright…

while rooted, planted, sustained by night

Oh to be alert to connection like the trees

Conversing with web of life underneath

Singing with breath of life above

Dancing with branches of Tree of Life—

Dancing with all the generations of those who have come before & all those yet to come

Oh how I wonder if the trees know their age?

Feel their rings painted with the ink of grounded expansion?

All I know is how I feel ALL my ages at once

dancing here in timelessness with THIS forest

Like I am ringed—time tattooed on me in spirals

In reverence to my continuous unfurling with all-that-is

May I be marked forever with wisdom of the trees

May we all grow to be

more like the trees

Blessed be.🌲