Inside I am a tree
I want to spring forth
And grow throughout the nine planes
I know that there are many lands at my feet
Frost lands and Tropical lands
And many will form in my branches
I spread shade far and wide
I filter the light
The hawk waits to hide herself in my branches
She is waiting for my journey upward
To become a canopy separating earth and sky
Inside I am tall and I will reach
My hands up and from them will
Leaves of books, leaves of learning
Leaves to sing and rustle all the music
Of my birth
Inside I am a tree.
© image and words June Perkins
This was inspired by a prompt at a Soulfood site on the cosmic egg and creation stories.
Recently I went out to tree in my neighbourhood and photographed it from every angle.
I looked at the bark, the roots, insects on the tree, other plants growing on the tree and out of it.
I looked up into the sky through the leaves. I kept trying to think of new ways to look at it with my camera. I went down on the ground and focused on the grass and faded the tree. I realised I was having not just a lot of fun but trying to come at it from an insect or birds point of view, from high up or from down low. I also photographed the tree as if I was about to be an ant clmbing it.
Then I wrote about the tree! Beginning with a description. I have more questions though- what is the tree actually called, what is the tree growing around it called, and what are some myths about trees that might inspire me. I have also been thinking about my life and how I have come across trees- the memory tree.
My story tree is in me waiting to get out
It tells me of the Bodhi Tree
Of Trials and Serenity
The tree sits within me
And to it I call and say
You will be my story tree
And I will see you in me
and me in you.