Art – Matt Chambliss
Music – Altitude Music – Oak Tree
Stepping out into a broader space
Leaving behind the familiar comforts of the rut
But, there I held sway, I was the master
Predictable, easy, except for the slow withering of my soul
Did my tricks to get my treats
But, the former was confining and I had out grown it
Like a plant in too small a pot
Roots bound, tangled, seeking new earth
But, to step out is to become weak again, to let go, to become a child
There was a brief thrill in the stepping out
Really it was a small thing made large by ego’s fear
There was really no power there
Like a spider’s web it clung inciting primal fear
No power at all to resist a decision
But, now the familiar is no more
Where once I was large, now I am small, ignorant, and inexperienced once more
Planted in new ground hoping for the water and the warmth and the worms to do their work
The plane is large, expansive, might I grow to fill that new empty space
For now tiny tender tendrils tentatively reach out into the unknown
Vulnerable and exposed
The new fringes of me not yet toughened by the sun
But, the great Oak lives inside the tiny, shiny acorn
Food for squirrels or master of the Woodland
I am the Sower and I am the seed, not the One who makes it grow
It is not the breaking through that is the challenge
It is sitting still long enough to put down roots and grow into this new larger space
You know, there are multiple buts in this
But, an article of contrast
And, perhaps that is the way of things
“Predictable, easy, except for the slow withering of my soul…” Had to stop at that line and breathe. There is so much here in this declaration of yours. So succinct. So unsoiled with unnecessary words. This is wonderful. Went right in my scrapbook list. 🙂 One of your best, hon.
I used it live with the guys in the last video. It is so interesting how many of these supposedly “unsophisticated” guys can get it.
Maybe that’s because sophistication gets in the way. You’ve been there, done that, and know how it works. 🙂
I don’t remember which one but I talked to you in one of the earlier ones
Well I’ve started to catch up a little at a time. Hopefully I will find it. 🙂 (You didn’t holler at me, did you??? 😉 )
No mam. 🙂 I think we had talked on the phone around that time
OAKS A’BORNING
Acorn Aphrodite
Bursting bubble blowing
Oaks a’borning
Flecks of morning
On the waves
Reflecting silver
In my eyes
Alive
To green and growing
Aphrodite stretching
Branches beckoning
To her sun
With buds unfurling
Who comes and goes
And never leaves …
Nice
Perfectly imperfect.
Good. I think that’s how real things exist here.