I know Spring is on its way when the Redbud tree that stands right in front of my living room window starts giving out beautiful pink buds. It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree so bare all through winter, suddenly go from stark brown to magenta. Is magenta even the right color, I don’t know.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving. Nature accepts the inevitability of change and forges a graceful rhythm instead of standing up in arms.
My Redbud tree is not an exotic tree. She is fairly common in Austin and pretty low maintenance. Which is why I love her so and why she represents all what is precious, yet taken for granted on earth.
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. ~ Lao Tzu
Back in a different time
This house built on top of a steep and winding hill.
Where the green mountain God pays homage
to his emerald river Goddess.
Coconut trees arch against blue soft cotton skies
Lush terraced paddy fields bask in the sunlight.
Jackfruits grow from the trunk of trees.
Prickly rambutans need a skilled hand.
The myna flits and flies around.
Somewhere in the distance, the monks are chanting.
One day when you finally stop running
You realize so many have been holding
And passing batons along the way
You recall faces you hold dear
Some are far and some are near
Lives that intersect in different ways
Sometimes for a brief moment
Sometimes for a little longer
Some still present others departed
But what is presence other than
A collection of wisp like memories
A recalled fragrance, an essential
Brought back years later like the retrieval
Of long lost treasure
That could have happened
In the midst of the mundane
One morning at the breakfast table
Or one evening when the moon was full
When time lagged and the urgent
Took a backseat to the important
This river of souls
That runs through us
In turns, placid, turbulent
Raging through time
No longer held back
By landlocked boundaries
We are a collection of stories Where nothing is…