Acorn and the Oak – New Growth (Audio)

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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

10 thoughts on “Acorn and the Oak – New Growth (Audio)

  1. “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.

  2. 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 …

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