The Old Banyan Tree

As I lie under the old Banyan tree

I envision untold folk tales, of tradition.

Sacred values of lineage.

Each line of life;

like a lifetime of many moons

& stolen kisses,

reflecting the sunlight

& promises kept.

Burst of raindrops spanning across horizons 

& found 

all encompassing spirituality.

So gentle, like stillness,

like tranquility 

yet pulls you in 

with a strong essence.

Telling of stories

& whispering

in the soft rustling of leaves,

what life is in meaning.

Tears for you, 

the pain you have endured

the sadness you hold.

Heave strong.

Sturdy roots, you expand to heal

may you find nurture in nature

& grow to tell tales

& keeper of secrets

& capturing mystique

your grace will be bountiful

over & over again.

July Jennifer May 28th, 2023

*This tree represents one of the chapters in my book I thought of before the fire, titled, the Old Banyan tree; a chapter representing my Dad

 

Divinity of Silk

Sacred Orchid blooms

Your bud infinite 

    over 200 million moons

Delicate the way you unfold,

the way you dance,

the way you form more than one

  resembling a bond made of twin souls.

Sturdy, your tender petals,

what is it to cultivate your elegance;

nature's husk and heaven's tears. 

A graceful dance of yin and yang;

  you grow tall towards the sky,

you sway in sweet delight,

you wrap your love around,

 and you make poetry in the night.

Your beauty intrigues me

in my gentle hands as innocence 

to a goddess bathing in your softness. 

July Jennifer 🥀 May 28th, 2023