Leaving

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On these mornings you can hear the trees themselves

speaking, not the birds that have lifted into currents

and gone on two miraculous wings. There is grief

in their voices, and relief. You know what this feels

like, if you have lived. Leaving: letting go of what no

longer serves the body and soul, often the heart. I can

standby, beside and underneath, and give some sense

of comfort by telling them how beautiful this process

is, how I admire the way they do it with the bold

prospect of witnesses.

I think that relating to the leaf is harder than relating

to the tree, unless you consider that the bird left

the tree for some grand adventure, and then you go

on to realize that we are all leaving each other, constantly.

Our old selves, too.

It was a tree, on one of these delicate barren mornings,

that said to me:

“I love to watch you change and grow.”

© 2015/Jamie K. Reaser

 

What no longer serves your body and soul? Are you ready to let go of it?
Approach a tree that you are drawn to. Spend some time with her. Then begin a dialog with the tree, beginning, “How can I change and grow?”
Begin a poem with the words, “It was a tree….”

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