I climb the trunk of a fallen oak
Juxtaposed in the elbow of its living brother
towering alongside an intrepid river
Silenced by a cacophony of wood song
Everything belongs…..
China blue the sheltering sky
Dark and damp the earth beneath
Once solemn the barren branches
Their canopies, verdant bursting forth
Everything belongs…..
Trailing tear across my cheek
The rustling squirrel beside my feet
A child escapes his mother’s hand
His curious gaze cannot withstand
Everything that belongs….
Winter gives way to spring’s embrace
And spring to summer’s care
My ravaged heart, this pain shall pass
Grief folds itself inside itself
And silently steals away
Let everything belong…..
“This, and this, and this, and this!”
The utter “thisness” of every thing
Who can remove a single thread
From this golden tapestry?
Let all that exists here now remain
For everything belongs.