The tree becomes a projection of my mental state sometimes

July 3rd, 2009

My feet got so cold this morning visiting the tree. I had no incense and no flame, only more water, which the tree accepted with good grace amidst the rain and tears. I have been waking in the wee hours, and last night my head was full of feeling. Anyway, the tree was still and cold, perhaps it too was crying – the rain dripping from its empty branches felt like tears to me. I wanted the tree to be my crying friend, and so it was. The tree becomes a projection of my mental state sometimes – when I am dull perhaps and cannot extend properly into its true realm or zone.

Oh well. On we go, the tree and I. Steadfast.