Tree of Ages

Oh to be aware of time like the trees

Responding to the seasons of Life,

with acceptance of returning

trusting in death, releasing

unfurling without a rush

growing, healing never ending

Oh to be awake to light like the trees

Turning towards the sources of sun

Wherever we may find our flickering ways

Trusting in the luminous return

after every spin,

every drink with darkness

Facing, reaching for bright

while rooted, planted,

sustained by night

Oh to be alert to connection

like the trees

Conversing with web of life underneath

Singing with breath of life above

Dancing with branches of tree of life

generations of all before &

all those to come

Oh how I wonder if the trees

know their age?**

Feel their rings painted with the ink of

grounded expansion

All I know is how I feel

all my ages at once

dancing here in timelessness

with this forest

Like I am ringed—

time tattooed on me in spirals

In reverence to my continuous

unfurling with all-that-is

May I be marked forever

with wisdom of the trees

Blessed be.

**this poem is inspired by the question “Do the trees know their age?” My Response to Erin Curren’s question during our dance with trees today

Erincurren.com (SOMA rockstar Nia teacher)