How to Feel the Sap Rising
(a poem for summer)
by Christine Valters Paintner
(and some pictures by me)
Walk
as slowly as possible,
all the while imagining
yourself moving
through
pools of honey and dancing with
snails, turtles, and
caterpillars.
Turn your body in a clockwise direction
to inspire your
dreams to flow upward.
Imagine the trees are your own
wise ancestors
offering their emerald
leaves to you as a sacred text.
Lay yourself
down across earth
and stones. Feel the vibration of
dirt and moss,
sparking a tiny
(or tremendous)
revolution in your heart
with their own
great longing.
Close your eyes and forget this
border of skin.
Imagine the
breeze blowing through your hair
is the breath of the forest
and
your own breath joined, rising and
falling in ancient
rhythms.
Open your eyes again and see it
is true, that there is no
"me" and "tree"
but only One great pulsing of life,
one sap which
nourishes and
enlivens all, one great nectar
bestowing trust and
wonder.
Open your eyes and see that there
are no more words like
beautiful,
and ugly, good and bad,
but only the shimmering presence of
your
own attention to life.
Only one great miracle unfolding
and
only one sacred word which is
yes.