And All the Time That You Are Alone: A Tribute to a Life Circle
A single step in history.
We find out who we are when we are alone.
Many people never understand what it is to be a free spirit. Likewise, when they consider the true benefits which that free spirit gains from choosing to be such. Man should not be so arrogant as to consider that it is only the human spirit that can exist or can exist freely. Nature gives us many opportunities to identify the spiritual attributes of many living things, though we as people tend to not consider that fact, or in what respects that fact has substance.
When we take the time to consider the beauty and natural energies of different environments and the conditions which the inhabitants of those environments have had to endure over time, then we gain the ability to measure their spirit. I believe that one of the best examples of this comes from old trees that offer little pretense and show their spirit openly within their shape, their foliage and their scarred, tell-tale bark.
‘And all the time that you are alone’ is a poem about one such tree. When I first noticed this tree it was because its spirit shone through and showed the harshness of the life it had endured, that had shaped and mounded the tree’s history. It sat alone on white sands beside a coral lagoon that almost appeared to be a tranquil environment, yet it betrayed the fierce climatic fluctuations that this environment was subjected to for eight months of the year. The tree was stunted and bent to the prevailing winds, its bark was twisted and scarred, showing a character that had survived at least two hundred years, perhaps even five hundred years. This free spirit had seen and endured so much throughout time and storms that I could only guess how its life had evolved.
The tree in the picture below is real and is an amazing specimen of nature, with its soul bared to anyone in the world who would take the time to notice. I hope that you can visualize the spirit of this living treasure that still blesses one unique and undeveloped environment.
Please enjoy: ‘And All The Time That You Are Alone’
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And all the time that you are alone, is marked in rings around....
‘And All the Time That You Are Alone’
Alone, you escaped
From a tangled forest long gone
Here you stand, leaning
Bent with countless years
Drawing water solely from the mist
Once a sapling
Young dreams with which to grow
To get you through the harshest drought
And storms as they scarred you
Into growing a steely bark to survive
Once you met conquistadors
They leaned against you
And laughingly wet your trunk
You gave them shade during their stay
And sadly watched footprints blow away
Spanish rust still caught within your roots
You are in history
Perhaps you met Columbus
And knew the native Indians
Who draped raw fish over your limbs
And wet your trunk once more
Now a picnic spot beside the sea
And all the time that you are alone
Is marked in rings around your heart
Sadly watching all footprints fade away
And you knew that you’d always be
Throughout all time
You proudly show the grandeur of trees
And of those times we have shared, I wonder
If you’ll always remember me
Now bent with so few years left to be
We both alone, each sharing our history
Once you shaded me
And stood guard during my rest
Gentle breeze rustling your iron leaves
Bared a great soul within your bonsai form
Hypnotically I got to know you well
Over times we each talked and listened
And I learned how to understand
Nature’s language, spoken in ancient tree
Throughout all time alone, part of history
Leaning into the harshest storms, happy to be
Bent from countless years
Of sandy loam and prevailing winds
Weighed down with silent wisdom
You embrace the ebb and flow of tides
Changing times and changing seas
Beyond the reefs breaking surf
Like nocturnal laying turtles
Digging at your feet, knowingly
That you offer safety to their offspring
Vigilance while counting the grains of sand
That blow in and out of your world
And you, forever giving shade to strangers
And those who know you well
All proud to be part of your history
Seeing great beauty in this ancient tree
And Here Alone
On the cusp of all tomorrows
May nature always highlight the beauty
That lets your ancient spirit soar
Across more time, another century
Showing those who meet you
Is not always, as it seems to be
To an ancient tree, once escaped
From tangled forests, long ago
Now beside an ever changing sea
Alone, a wise soul will always be,
* Poetry by Pearldiver *
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