A Note To Self

A NOTE TO SELF
Tree, a mighty tree,
your roots, the strength tightened within,
your sutured ties with the earth that bears,
are bared open; exposed to atrocity of drought and sun.
You, the earthling, a foundling,
one with the earth and the sky.
You sway upon the hills and send your wings to the valley;
you sing in the valley and send
your songs to the sky and the hills;
you, the nourishment,
you the carrier of seeds and the life
of all that needs a sap,
scatter your seeds to the wind and let them go the way
they came,
somewhere from the place you did not know,
and rested in your heart to sleep and wake
and when the rains came,
woke up to find the springs that stirred.
You are the silent, steady learner
who would preserve and give,
scatter a wealth enshrined in the bowels of earth,
and encrypt the secret in every groove and the grain of your body.

Sushama Karnik

Image Courtesy : Dr Ego Prozac

An entry from note to self...Covington, La