From Jan 4th, 2025
Not the closeness others seek,
But one that smells of earth and sun,
Of fruits that ripen slow and meek,
And shadows born when day is done.
I stretch my limbs towards the sky,
A page within a boundless mind,
An ancient scroll that yearns to fly,
Yet finds its branches intertwined.
I shed my leaves, but not for you,
Not for eyes that pass me by,
But so my roots can pierce the blue,
And touch the silence, deep and dry.
Here I stand, reflecting on the need
To offer love for something small.
A peaceful touch, a sacred seed,
That may take root or fade to fall.
Naked, ancient, still I stand,
Shamelessness, a gift I’ve earned,
But it does not shape me as I planned,
For what I hoped, or once had yearned.
Look at me, not just the bark,
Feel my pulse beneath the dark.
Love the earth, the sky, the air,
And you will find truth hidden there.
written on nov 26th, 2024