Wednesday, December 2, 2020

the tree in winter

This is the time of hidden regeneration.  
Mist hangs above the ground.  
Frost forms on open fields.

The tree is still.  
It stands alone and quiet.  
In the darkness of the early morning, nature is asleep.  
There is no movement in the air, 
no hint of trembling in the branches.  
The tree is silent in the darkness like a stone - 
a pillar in the courtyard of an empty temple.

A distant sound breaks through the stillness.  
The day's first light advances on the earth.  
The shadow of the tree moves with the dawn, 
but the tree is motionless.

The ground beneath the tree is frozen hard.  
Above the ground, the bark is cold, the limbs are stiff.  
A passer-by might wonder if the tree will live in spring.

But underneath the ground the earth is warm.  
The weight of all the tree sinks to its roots.  
They are indifferent to the frozen soil, 
they grow toward the centre of the earth.

The tree is not afraid.  
It was a seed: it knows the earth is holding it.  
Within its core, a vital ring is being formed.
Around its spine, a new life is rising from the earth, 
while flakes of snow are settling on the silent and unmoving tree.

~ Master Lam Kam Chuen
from the way of energy: 
mastering the chinese art of internal strength 


erin said...

i leave this poem with such peace, The tree is not afraid.

do you know, when i drive to work i note the trees. i have a relationship with many of them. the rock, too. the train tracks. the crows. the ravens. i wonder, what would i do if i didn't have to eat? would i ever arrive at work?


Dean Keller said...

beautiful, that sense of intimate connection, the 'what if' i gave in and let go, hanging in the background.

i know a little of what seems to be blessings of strength and delicacy uniquely offered by each one, an appreciative gaze, an awareness of that beauty the only return. so many pass by, yet few seem to receive the gifts around them.