6 July 2010
Live Life Alive
I can understand the mountain trees,
greedy roots that pulverize stone
and strangle water from dry ground,
trunks twisted,
stunted from too many icy blasts.
I can understand the forest trees,
aching arms reaching, stretching
for a square foot of open space
in the tightly knit canopy.
But I cannot understand you,
my soul.
You are set in a wide and spacious place;
you are planted by streams of water. Why
do you live as if all around you is choked and dry?
Say to yourself,
learn this to say:
"I will borrow
no more cares from tomorrow.
I will carry no sorrow
that may never arrive.
I will fear
Nothing that is not here,
that may never appear:
I will live life alive."
Don’t you know
it’s the nature of all living things to grow?
