in my modesty
I know glory,
only by its lack
I understand my
universe and everything within it
as only a ripple
destined to fade as I close my eyes
I heard the tree
that fell a hundred years ago
My hand feels life in the coarse bark
now covered in moss
though it fell
in a juxtaposition to all it knew as life
I know it for what it really is
I heard the fall…a mighty crack
and felt the ground tremble,
even if only as a passer by the next day
and I see its children now stand in silence,
never betraying their post
...looking down, paying homage
in a touching portrayal of duplicity
and beautiful truth of the everlasting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha Cee Bea... This post is the crack! Just before the tree fell... I know glory, only by its lack... You have given US the concise material we need to begin anew this quest for personal meaning in our daily thoughts... I have enjoyed my conscious wakeup call through your words... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.