The Old Tree

curled in the nest
of the old tree,
sit for awhile.

Rejoice in
that flame
on the hills.

Let clouds come,
let clouds go.

Then suddenly,
from stillness,

into the wild,
yellow flame
of your heart.

***I just wrote this at a meditation retreat in the beautiful Sussex countryside in England.


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