All Disappearing

The houses
along the hillside
are all disappearing
behind
a slow
emergence of
leaves on the
budding trees.

The haze of purple-pink
is veiling everything
one bloom at a time.

Soon, the greening
leaves will hide even
the dirt of the hills
on which the trees stand,
holding them in place.

In two weeks the
mountains will appear
as lumbering isolates
with no dwellers,
no life other
than the trees.

Behind this
illusion, live the
people of the hills.

Seemingly invisible
soldiers of the woods.


Ciao!

TJM+

Pruning the Heart

I am pruning
the limbs of my heart
today.

I am finding the branches
that have no life,
have no ability
to support new growth,

and taking them away.

There is a fire
in my heart that will
burn their dryness.

I take these
clippings to
that place.

Throwing them
on the embers
stokes the fire
and fans the warmth.

That which is dead
will burn and glow

turning waste into
food, turning emptiness
into fullness.

When I was younger
I could carry all
of this dead wood

around with me
and feel no pain.

Today, I have
need to lighten the
load

and fuel the desires of love
and compassion.

In their removal
I am not diminished

I am enlivened.

Burn, fire burn.
Fill me with
Light and Warmth,

baptised anew with
the Spirit's flame.

_____

Peace,

Tom +