Pin needles.
Pine cones.
Gripping nature at its edges.
Enough to feel it at my core.
Ouch.
There stood the long time spirit.
With open limbs.
The flowering tree.
Every year new sprouts grow upon it
Yet it stands.. Evergreen.
With ancient experience.
Nature knows to go with the flow.
Or die trying.
This wise tree.
Genderless.
Gentleness.
Tender.
Good night.
Understand... me.
The pressure to grow in a certain way.
Water.
Drank by the roots astray.
Yet in its nature stays the same.
Awaken.
You are animated.
I knock on your wood.
Sit at the base of your trunk.
Teach me your ways.
"Daughter,
You are the crystallized seed of creation. See how I am still flowing in my creative force. The father protects me because I celebrate my truth. Because of the way of my ancestors I have layers and layers of protection. It protects my true self. So I live, and I grow in great magnitude. I am peace. The container of immenating life force. I pour into everything from a single touch. For my spirit remains whether my body is severed, is transformed, or for any purpose my wood serves, served and will serve. For whatever my limbs have fed I have also crafted (and thud!) I am given away. For what my roots have absorbed I have learned to retained and thus more of myself I have invited.
I Am.
So art thou.
So write. Play with your words. Play with your children. Laugh. Smile. Live fully. Transcend others capacity. Keep pressing the issue. Keep pressure on the wound. Reach into the spirits and remind others of the sacredness in protecting the innocent creative force of themselves.
Ask meaningful questions. Conjour the innwardness of beings to present itself. Give the gift of richness in spirit and receive the wealth of pinecone. The Great Matrix is with you. May the pain of your grip on the pinecone remind you to refrain from taking. Remind you of what is inherently yours and what is not. Bring you to my feet. Which are also your feet. Bring you to your inner realm of knowing. Your vessel becomes the continuing of art. And in that become the undoneness of culture. Teach others how to respond to you. Treat you. And find yourself like the limbs dangling from the Great Tree.. by finding themselves in the service of others.. because when you treat others well you teach others how to treat you.. and.. That is when the vessel become an elder. And you see them. And you see you. As they sit humbly, in your humbleness, at your feet.
With eternity in mind,
Evergreen
