1.11.12

the you-tree.





A letter to a friend:


Tonight the sky was every shade of watermelon.


Or peach.

Or flamingo.

It was a sunny cloudless day today.

 And windy too. 

Blowing the smell of eucalyptus about.

I wished there was some bottle brush or wattle to pick.

To take home. 

To bring some nature into my immediate surroundings.

I was reminded of that day.

When we walked the same path. 

Splitting the atom, and talking nonsense. 

Marvelling at how beautiful the trees are. 

And how amazing large. 

Inquiring about their age. 

And how wise they must be.

We took scissors with us to snip the bottle brush. 

Vibrant puffs of pink and red from the trees. 

You are to me a little puff of pink and red. 

Or pure calm white. 

At peace. 

A white page waiting.

Or deep in thought blue. 

 Joyous like yellow.

Like wattles, coming at the end of winter. 

Or close to the earth, as are leaves of grass. 

If you were a tree. 

I would sit and rub my back on you!

You, the tree of a thousand colours.

I would tell you my thoughts.

My ideas.

And ideals.

I would tell you that to be busy is ok.

And you would remind me that also, so is not busy. 

So I became a breath. 

Became sustenance. 

That which I have been ignoring the shouts of my body, mind and soul for.

To exist we must have air, have great friends and trees to sit under. 

Love. 

Water to be immersed in. 

Even if only to feel the push and pull in the current. 

Moving with the tide. 

Rolling in and out and around and through.

Immersion. 

Saturation. 

Love in all it's glory. 

Both tangible and effervescent.

Like life itself. 

Divided into the rainbow and falling like confetti.

Little droplets of light flowers. 

Tickling my hearts strings.

Untangling the spirit from it's deepest lucid dreaming.

Illuminating my space in time. 

Breathing clear and free.

The gift from the you tree. 

 * * *

It seems that the day is never done. 

But it's up to me to say that it's done.

How your wisdom resonates with truth - I shall take it with me where ever I go.

Write. 

Play.

Swim in the ocean. 

Love.

Thankyou for your presence.


Whether there be seas, trees or mountains between us.