grandmother cedar, i have seen
how patient you are
with the creatures
who nest in your branches
and seek shelter in your trunk.
you never seem to mind
the blue jays' noisy spats
or brother squirrel's loud preaching.
the aloofness of hawk, who claims
your highest bough for himself,
doesn't bother you one bit,
and the droning buzz of the honeybees
who make their home in you,
is simply heard as a sweet lullaby.
i can't help but wonder...
how aware they are of you.
do they recognize your constancy?
does your beauty melt their hearts,
the way it does mine?
do they see that even your crumbling bits of bark
contain whole new worlds!
source image: a crumbling bit of cedar 
4 comments:
beautiful :-) My mom has this big old cedar (must be a grandmother) and I love how the birds flock to it.. always a mockingbird there.
I am sure "they" all appreciate her welcoming branches :-)
when my husband read this, he said, "grandmother? you mean grandfather." seems he'd befriended this tree, too! turns out, it is a "female" cedar (i had to look this up on google!) so, i'm sticking with grandmother cedar. ;-) yes, i do believe all the creatures who call her "home" are very much aware, and then some. i'm sure they could educate me plenty!
So gorgeous Stacy, and your words take me away... out of the daily modern world, into the beauty of nature and timelessness.
I hope you take it as a compliment when I say that I would love to have your mandalas done in jigsaw puzzles! I've been working on some beautiful tibetan art jigsaws, and when you spend hours with such sacred art, getting to know every detail, it becomes a part of you. I can see how your work would be magical to spend that kind of intimate time with.
karin, thank you for your kind words. i absolutely take that as a compliment - great idea!
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