Day of Redwoods


Deep and plentiful,
this day of redwoods,
ferns and maples.
My words stagger
in the forest, left out
of nature’s celebration.

My dignity is not
so digital, but comes
when I match my life
with what can breathe.
My waiting nostrils
catch our air and pull.

A meditation delight–
filling this used mind
with whole new body
light, the way dawn does
when earth is open
and ready to receive.
As it is done in all
kingdoms that quietly
spring into our midst.

Knowing just one voice
asks the original root–
before the first tree,
before the first breeze–
to emit our growing
seeds and living shapes.
Forever and ever.

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