[Note: Sunday morning I arrived at Six Mile Cypress Slough, read David Whyte’s poem “The Thicket,” walked and meditated and took photos, wrote this, and then added quotes from Whyte’s poem in italics.]
I took my meditation to the slough…
free and observant
Contemplated the nature of all things being evolutionary and revolutionary…
surveying the tiny stages and the curtained dramas
Such as the Spanish moss hanging from tree branches…
every further stage of vision leading me back to smaller and smaller worlds
The Pilated Woodpecker busy on his branch, finding breakfast, preening himself…
Always two realities…action or non-action.
never leave the branching world...a kind of enclosed womb-like eternity
What changes things?
Ideas. Curiosity. Faith.
The trees are both able to be touched and observed in a watery mirror.
Is the reflection telling the truth?
searching between the branches... the knowledge of some immanence
When it was time to leave, the sun in the Cypress pond lit the way…
brought clarity to silence, set me to grow
Heart lifted. Exhilarated. A quiet mind.
Taking all the necessary actions
To meet the revolution.
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