Be the tree

“The ripe fruit is soon done: be the tree.”

These words took a solid place in my morning mind as I awoke. They repeated themselves with life from dreaming to eyes open, working their way into my day with clarity.

“The ripe fruit is soon done: be the tree.”

I’m going to leave it at that for now. Because, I don’t know what it means. I mean, I know what it means, but I suspect there are layers. What was Mother Spirit whispering into my ears this morning with this phrase? What did she have in mind for my day?

And you? what do you hear and see and taste and smell when you hear these words?

The sweet ripeness? The tinge of decay? The timeless bark? Next season’s buds? The sap running? The roots in the earth?

Your moments of success? A goal reached? Your depth? The practices of mindful being that bore the fruit in the first place?

“The ripe fruit is soon done: be the tree.”

Thank you, Mother Spirit, for ingraining for me a desire for more than the surface, the unthoughtout, the neglected, the assumed.

Thank you, Mother Spirit, for giving birth to a koan so that I can just wonder.

Thank you Mother Spirit, for being the source of a fertile life.


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