Be still, like a tree

16th February, 2009

I squatted beneath the tree, closed my eyes and was still, face held by hands. The tree is so still. In stillness we were together, solid, steady, stable, earthed.

            “That’s better,” said the tree. “You move too much.”

            Above us the birds fussed and flapped; movement embodied.

            The tree and I were still. In stillness everything can be seen and known.

            Be still, like a tree.