Twisted branches reach for the sky
Gnarled fingers reaching high.
Many years they’ve seen gone by,
And now they stand and wonder why…
“Why, why did the wind just blow past
Leaving us to feel it last
Before it went and ran away
Standing alone at the end of the day?”
At this a breeze returned to speak:
“Oh, tree, you’re mighty, yet see how meek.
You think you are the source of me,
When this is not reality.
The wind you do not self-create.
Of this there can be no debate.
The wind was there before you grew.
You felt it as it blew through you.
A simple story of the tree,
But it applies as well to thee.
The ego thinks it causes all.
That it, alone, does stand there, tall.
But Spirit, like the wind, you see,
From ego’s grasp is completely free.
Without Spirit you’re nothing at all.
Like a tree, you would topple and fall.
So feel your spirit like the breeze
That rustles softly through the trees.
Know that it’s the ground of all being
And without it not a thing you’d be seeing.
You are powerless without the soul.
It’s the part of you that makes you whole.
Like wind and trees – a perfect team.
Body and soul complete the dream.
About the Poetry
All of the poems in this blog are spirit-inspired. Every word came to me each day for a full year while in deep meditation. I simply wrote what I heard onto a pad of paper in my lap with eyes closed – meaningful, multi-stanza verses in mere minutes. I was unaware of each poem’s theme until I transcribed it later word for word. Each day brought new and wondrous discoveries about the world beyond our five physical senses, incredible wisdom, and messages of hope which I share with you in this blog. The last poems received are displayed below on this page, but the entire collection of 365+ poems are archived here in the left-hand column. You can search by topic or keyword using the search box in the upper left corner. May you find among them just the right message which speaks to your heart.