The Mulberry Tree
I find you there in all these things
I care for like a brother.
A seed, you nestle in the smallest of them,
and in the huge ones spread yourself hugely.
Such is the amazing play of the powers:
they give themselves so willingly,
swelling in the roots, thinning as the trunks rise,
and in the high leaves, resurrection.
The Book of Hours I, 22
I was not familiar with this painting, so thank you for using it. As I sat at a traffic light today I saw the fruits of a mulberry tree wasted on the roadway and sidewalk and imagined the incredible sweetness of the berries. It made me remember my son, stopping by the roadside somewhere else and hopping out to collect these sweet dark fruit which he then shared.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the poem as well.
yes, isn't it incredible? even when we don't want to see life, if we open our eyes into these living things, trees, roots, leaves, even after a rain and the water sits swollen - waiting, being, here it is, that which we can not defy. give it a name? sure, why not? god, perfection, all, holy being. but in the end it is just that, that which can not be denied. ever beating on life. ever beating on.
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