A beautiful fall afternoon.
We sit in the car
talking about big profound things
in the space between going there
and getting there.
She points out a tree
the center still green
radiating yellow and red
of its own making.
That tree got to choose
what color it's leaves get to be
leaves of spectacular
green to red is tough to get to
especially by way of yellow
mother nature with her expert color
But it is the sun
that points out those leaves
that made the difference
between a tree that was beautiful
and a tree that looked to be on fire
a tree that had the power
to show up in the distance
and to incite a long peaceful present moment
The metaphor of a tree
has so many meanings
but for me this lesson was about
letting in the light
and when I do
I can reflect and radiate it out.
When I stay in the shadows
it is much harder to notice the beautiful things
and all that power is lost.
In that moment I got to witness
a tree in all it's glory of letting go
with a beautiful friend.
Words don't explain it well.
Another lesson, to live it is better than to story about it.
The tree was still green in the center
it's conversion not yet complete
but it radiated yellow and red too
it was a fleeting moment
that when the light came it was on fire
and when the light left, it was still quietly beautiful.
Maybe there is a lesson in that for me,
like life, maybe I can shine the light
but it doesn't have to be all the time
to still be beautiful
to shine the light means I am seen
and to be seen is my work
to stop playing small
and to get out of the shadows
The words to go with the art. Because Art doesn't speak for itself.