4/19/14
Dear Magnolia
Here is a love letter for you.
In the deep crystalline winter when my bones ache with cold
A moment of radiance falls on the white white snow
And I ride like an angel on the frigid winter wind; the golden beams
allowing me to see now, and then, and will be.
Lifting my soul, I soar briefly on these delicate wings and plummet
into startling existence.
I wait to tell you. I wait for spring.
I don’t think you can bear the pain of hope, in such deep sleeping
through so much suffering.
Looking deeply into the umber branches.
I know that sustenance is being drawn from melted icelets and mysterious minerals in the soil.
I see the fragile sunlight tempting life into continuation.
I know the sap is flowing and the hearts of infant buds are alive, within.
I see them; tiny, unformed, full of promise...
I call to you as gently as I know how, inviting you to be as you are.
Offering you reverence with awe and heart, Opening with joy into this mutual life in one plane of being.
Looking deeply, I see you now,
Lifting my soul, I soar briefly on these delicate wings and plummet
into startling existence.
I wait to tell you. I wait for spring.
I don’t think you can bear the pain of hope, in such deep sleeping
through so much suffering.
Looking deeply into the umber branches.
I know that sustenance is being drawn from melted icelets and mysterious minerals in the soil.
I see the fragile sunlight tempting life into continuation.
I know the sap is flowing and the hearts of infant buds are alive, within.
I see them; tiny, unformed, full of promise...
I call to you as gently as I know how, inviting you to be as you are.
Offering you reverence with awe and heart, Opening with joy into this mutual life in one plane of being.
Looking deeply, I see you now,
as I saw you then, and see you again:
Magnificent crimson petals gracing those elegant boughs.
Wafting down to the mossy carpet in the penetrating rain of early May.
Gorgeous emerald leaves uplifting to the Summer sun.
Fall Falling Fallen to the mother earth, transforming again and still, becoming soil and food and compost for the renewal of life, even at harvest time.
This year’s grown branches having joined their sisters, Waiting now,
for their own rimy blanket,
Magnificent crimson petals gracing those elegant boughs.
Wafting down to the mossy carpet in the penetrating rain of early May.
Gorgeous emerald leaves uplifting to the Summer sun.
Fall Falling Fallen to the mother earth, transforming again and still, becoming soil and food and compost for the renewal of life, even at harvest time.
This year’s grown branches having joined their sisters, Waiting now,
for their own rimy blanket,
soon to come
with Winter’s embrace.
Dear Magnolia
This is my love letter to you.
Breathing in I feel my breath
Breathing out I smile to my body
Breathing in I embrace difficulty
Breathing out I come into being
Breathing in I breathe into life
Breathing out I embrace change
Breathing in I smile to transformation
Breathing out I am filled with peace
with Winter’s embrace.
Dear Magnolia
This is my love letter to you.
Breathing in I feel my breath
Breathing out I smile to my body
Breathing in I embrace difficulty
Breathing out I come into being
Breathing in I breathe into life
Breathing out I embrace change
Breathing in I smile to transformation
Breathing out I am filled with peace
May this content benefit you, those you love, and all sentient beings, everywhere.
-Ellen Adelman
© Ellen M. Adelman PhD 2013, poetry and photography all rights reserved.
Mind Body Intelligence™, and MBI® are trademarks of Ellen M. Adelman PhD and the Sage Healing Institute.
For more information visit www.sagehealinginstitute.com.
-Ellen Adelman
© Ellen M. Adelman PhD 2013, poetry and photography all rights reserved.
Mind Body Intelligence™, and MBI® are trademarks of Ellen M. Adelman PhD and the Sage Healing Institute.
For more information visit www.sagehealinginstitute.com.
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