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Roots

When we stand in the cooling shade of a tree
We look up into branches and leaves
Admiring the forms and colors
A bird sings
A breeze rustles the leaves
The sun filters through like cathedral light
Flighty fantasies of spirits fill our thoughts

We rarely think of roots
Beneath our feet
Supporting us
Roots holding together the earth
Roots living in darkness
Tiny cells of tree tissue constantly multiplying and
reaching deeper and deeper into the blackness
seeking water, the life giver

 



Roots embedded in earth
The foundation
The springs in a mattress
The celluloid of a sponge
The rebar of a concrete building
Roots the matrix of soil
The meditation mat of ascetics

In our leafy visions we seek the meaning of God
But roots hold us firmly up
So that we might approach the visions.
 

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                                Date Updated:                      09/04/2010 02:19 PM                                  © Paul Rideout 2007                                             Contact                                                   Purchase