BardBliss: Tree Pose

The tree I was looking at when I wrote this.
But I was sitting inside. Eating pastries.
That tasted like Paris.

Listening to: Oh, the outfits!

Today's Bliss Formula: After an early morning of much-needed rain, the sun is out. The wind is brisk and singing the wind chimes. I can see the two varieties of Clematis on our mail box from where I am writing and they are beginning to open.


Tree Pose

The tree out front is dancing;
her arms reaching, straining
to sky.
If you don’t look closely,
you will think she is
standing still.
But she dances with frenzy,
with joy, emanating
clear light.

I ache for her abandon;
I, whose feet are not
bound to earth, ache
to move freely,
to abide
in the big mind
of the big sky,
to caress the air
and sing the winds,
to cleanse
breath.