THE THING WITH ME AND TREES

HOW I KEEP MY COOL

The thing with me and trees.

At one point I learned i needed quiet my mind. I watched ants also. These busy little creatures going about their day much as i go through mine. I wonder things like do they take vacations, have days off. And when ants sleep... do they dream of giants watching them?

Mmmm.

But trees. Watching their grace as the blow in the wind. Especially those times when i can see the branches and leaves moving in a gentle breeze that is blowing up there only. I watch till i can feel that breeze. Till somewhere in me i am moving with that breeze. Swaying my way to calm.

I believe everything is a metaphor for everything else. I remember all my beliefs. The love I have for my children. My place in the tree of life. I am the tree, the breeze, the sky.

So now about 100 x a day. I close my eyes and revisit these moments of Zen built up over the years. And I needed to.

I suffered from constant flashes of violet images. Pent up anger no doubt. So if I was angry at someone I would just have all these kill n torture fantasies. If i had no main focus of rage. Then it would just be a flickering montage of madness.

Now I just see trees blowing in the wind that I cant feel except on the inside.

　

for kyle sept 24 2016