Keyboard Beneath My Finger Tips

© Carol A. Hanson - February 10, 2010

The keyboard beneath my finger tips

cannot produce the words I long to speak.

It’s like being in a candy store and not being

Capable of choosing the pieces I love to eat.

Perfect words will find their way to the page,

I know this! Why not today? Why not indeed!

The egoic, left-brain, learned & finite thinking,

Produces only dry, linear lines, each a weed!

Let go and live in this moment, let your Soul speak!

Unleash the passion, the grief, the joy, the emotion,

Let the words flow out of left brain’s filing cabinets,

Into the right-brain’s amazing infinite sea of possibility.

Transforming the feelings and images into language.

Allowing the words to flow, though they barely hint at

The depth of feeling, or the grandeur of image.

The Tree Outside Lee’s Window

© Carol A. Hanson - February 17, 2010

In late spring or summer, when I first met this tree

It was magnificent with its branches, abundantly dressed

With beautiful green leaves, offering shade and oxygen to all

As I gazed at this tree on my last visit, a rainy, chilly day,

I noticed that in fact there were two trees standing there

Side by side in their naked and vulnerable truth, waiting.

They were no longer able to give either shade or oxygen,

Simply resting, receiving from their roots enough to sustain.

Receiving from the One Source, just resting in their knowing.

Perhaps I am the just like the trees, I once believed I was not.

When I am one with the Divine I am large with the urge to give,

Then my connection to Source, my leaves, begin to fall away.

I become separated, barren, I must rest, accept the truth that

The Source within always brings me round right back to whole

Like the cycles and the seasons of the tree outside Lee’s window.