I Look at the Tree

I look outside
and the tree is still there,
sprouted from the earth,
grounded in being,
melting into the sky.
I turn to the tree.
This time I need
to fix my gaze
on something
that will remain
what it is,
which is a loud
and glorious
celebration of truth,
as the foundations
start crumbling.
Becoming the tree,
I give myself strength
to be, too, who I am,
and have always been,
even as I change,
as all things do. – TS

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