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| "A distant future" photography by Raluca Caragea
I see a distant future
somewhere beyond the
looking glass where
we can remove our
human made masks
and breathe in fresh
air with a new sense
of urgency to live each
day in the beauty of now
I see a distant future
a landscape of inner change
in the heart of each being
stands a solitary shepherd
rooted deep into the earth
a symbol of strength to endure
the hardships of life
I see a distant future
where out stretched limbs
wait to embrace the connectivity
of the human spirit and nature
bridging the gap of uncertainty
we can create positive energy
and experience true magic in the
quest for a higher understanding
I see a distant future
that will lead us to the tree of truth
if only we would open our eyes
and see the clues, follow the
path of white petals and you
will find a place of inner peace
and in this space you will find
love to be the greatest gift
Thank you for reading the
wanderings of my mind
I see visions of a world
that needs healing and hope
Author's Note:
My challenge to you today
is to look at a tree and let
it speak to you. What do
you see? How does it make
you feel? Can you weather the
storms of life? Are you rooted
to the spiritual and earthly
elements of life?
Tell me what type of tree
would you be?
I will forever be a Weeping Willow
peace, health and love to all
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A poetic blog to entertain my inner muse and express the ramblings of my heart. " I Choose the Frequency of Love"
Sunday, May 3, 2020
I See A Distant Future
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This is a wonderful poem and, in answer to your question, I would be an Oak. The oak leaves I saw on my walk this morning were pure lime green in their newness. Oaks host a huge community of other living creatures, and so I would never be alone.
ReplyDeleteKim, thank you for sharing and I think you would make a lovely oak communing with birds and insects in harmony.
DeleteBeautiful rhythm.
ReplyDeleteI'd be a pine tree, one deep tap root, strong, and clothed year round.
Thank you Alex,
DeleteI can see you as a Pine strong through the seasons of life. Representative of spirituality and eternity, the tree of life.
"To live each day in the beauty of Now." That is the lesson the virus is teaching us - now that we know a simple ordinry day is not promised and can be lost at any time. I love your visionary poem, and hope we learn the lessons we are meant to learn so we can evolve into that future the earth needs so much. I love the solitaryb shepherd and the tree of truth. One of your finest, my friend. I love the weeping willow. But I identify most with Tofino's Hanging Garden Tree, which is a huge old old growth with smaller trees, bushes, ferns and all manner of other life growing off it. It is pictured on my blog.
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry, I have seen your beloved tree on your blog. I can definitely see you growing in Tofino with offspring looking to you for strength. Your spirit entwined with the songs of nature. I imagine some birds resting on your limbs or building nests a sign of continual rebirth.
DeleteLove your poem and the question you pose ... I would be a lime tree. They are evergreen, and never wither no matter the season (or reason.)
ReplyDeleteHelen, that is a lovely tree to be and I think lime trees have heart shaped leaves, so a tree of love as well.
DeleteI like the progression here, getting closer until moved in. My line claim will be "the tree of truth (if only we would open our eyes and see the clues, ...)." We are past due for that.
ReplyDeleteI'll be a fruit tree. It used to be cherry but fickle me has grown dim and we became distant. Closeness breeds familiarity and I love my orange tree, though I fear there were only a few blossoms and no bees that I'm seeing. The roses called, but with the rain and my affectionate fertilizer application they are off and blooming profusely, vivid reds and still in sight.
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An orange tree - a citrus delight to stimulates the senses and bring healing. The color of the sun adds to the joy. Red roses I can almost smell their heavenly scent.
DeleteThank you for the comment.
Your vision is a beautiful one Truedessa. If only all mankind could open their eyes! Like you I would be a weeping willow. Peace and love to you as well my friend. 🦋🌹
ReplyDeleteA weeping willow teaches us to be flexible. Willows learn to bend in the journey without breaking. My inner spirit often cries for healing in a troubled world.
DeleteI hope you have a beautiful spot along a lake to grow and dance in a gentle breeze.
Healing and hope -- I see your distant future despite today's troubles.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bev, I tend to hold on to hope that the current nightmares will evolve into new dream of a healed world.
DeleteTell me what type of tree
ReplyDeletewould you be?
I will forever be a Weeping Willow
A weeping willow is so graceful flowing in the winds. Yes, would rather be one too! Stay safe True, Ma'am!
Hank
Hi Hank,
DeleteMy willow spirit thanks you for your kindness.
Stay safe
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting :)
DeleteHopefully not too distant. Beautiful words. As for me, I always cling on to the tree of life.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anthony, cling to that tree of life and it's positive energy for health and a bright future.
DeleteAmen to that.. love the shepherd imagery...
ReplyDeleteI will second that amen...
DeleteAs I was reading I was thinking this would be a perfect poem for earthweal. A measured and lyric piece, where each phrase can either stand alone or connect, expressing its own and also a collective truth.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading. After, I wrote this for the Sunday Muse I thought it might be a good share for earthweal so, I decided to link there as well.
DeleteIf only the future would be like the one you described, what a wonderful life it would be! Not sure about the kind of tree, but if I had to choose one at the moment it would be an apple tree...as it makes me think back to my childhood when one year for my birthday I got an apple tree. It did not bear fruit for a few years & was initially very small. But by the time I left home it was large enough to climb in!
ReplyDeleteHi Mary,
DeleteThank you for sharing your apple tree story. My childhood friend had an apple tree in her yard. We would often climb it and pick one of those juicy apples to eat. It had this great limb and I used to hang upside down from it and we would laugh.