Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Tree in my Hand

growing roots,
grow a tree,
tree of life,
branches free,
free the sky,
drop a leaf,
bending, breaking, leave
ever changing
changes greatly needed
silly follies always repeated
bark grows thick
growing as we age
turning, yearning, moving each page
flip through the pages
move slowly
remember and never feel lonely
each branch holds its own
holding, holding, til it must let go
go, go, going, gone.
but the tree lives on.



I wrote this while I was in a phase where I was a little obsessed with the image of the celtic Tree of Life. I was drawing pictures of it all the time and I just couldn't stop using it as creative inspiration.

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