LIKE A TREEBy Neil Bezaire
LIKE A TREE 5-29-2014
I stay aware of the moment and be like the tree is “being.”
The tree and I are both beings in this amazing circus of life.
The tree I see outside my window has nothing to do except be—nothing to prove, no judgments to make and in the breeze its leaves tremble.
The tree gets shot at and it never gets excited,
Birds build their nest in the tree and it never complains that the birds are noisy, dirty and they crap on it;
In the park dogs raise their hind leg and pee on it.
The tree never complains and always just retains its beingingness and observes the circus of life.
When I go on my walk my mind is still like a tree.
I observe a squadron of pelicans fly by and I realize they are part of the circus, and I’m in the circus with them.
I see cars roll by with the windows down and music blaring and people bebopping to the music and I feel one with them—we are all part of the exciting marvelous circus.
When I’m chopped down I’ll quietly go unperturbed like the tree as my “beingness” expands into the infinite Circus.
This is my final post. Many thanks to the few who have viewed and commented on my posts.