I speak to the willow

Trees are the Earths endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
~Rabindranath Tagore


i speak to the  willow in the width of moments
she speaks to the sky, streams and rocks-and how
they listen--was wondering if she was turning
her branches--pulling them in closer to her trunk

as she sometimes does when
conversing with toads, spiders and squirrels;
i apologize for speaking when you
were conversing, dear willow- please forgive me

i did not know you were talking
to heaven--as my ears are not
finely tuned enough--to recognize
your pulling in- your down turned eyes

not giving me your attention;
i sit down beneath your thick barked being--
and breathe with you a resonance,
so deep- so peaceful

if an express train would chug
through this very spot
while we were breathing,
the clear spacious breath of love

i would not hear the train,
i would not see the smoke,
nor would i smell the steel burning;
i'd be one with the breath(our yearning)

a peace spiraling,
as vines criss- crossing
from roots to buds
in scented celebrations

that is how deeply enmeshed
we are in the power
of truth's calling, and once
integrity has been expressed

there is no telling how
many centuries of reverberation
would follow
would follow

healing  hymns
of pure prayer turning
forever birthing, &
becoming, the burning

Kate Lamberg
1/29/13

willow, alongside the long island sound-photo by Kate Lamberg~