THE TREE by Jyoti Rebecca Yacobi

I have felt like a nomad, a gypsy all my life – always searching, never finding. An outsider wherever I went...

It manifested as a constant movement, first from one country to another during my teenage years, and then as a constant searching for something out there, in the world, that would complete me, that would end this existential angst.

The poem “The Tree” is a metaphor for the One who has manifested the multiplicity of forms and has remained centered and grounded within Its Absolute Knowingness and Beingness. The trunk of a tree is solidly rooted in the ground and yet its branches are looking heavenly into the sky.

This is the longing, the yearning to know the Self while living in this body.

The Tree

I sit unwavering

The trunk of a tree

Nothing touches me

I am unbound

Centered and free

I am the tree

The giver of life

That grows to give solace

Water and food

To every soul

That wanders by

I am the tree

That grows big and strong

So that you know I am

That I Am

The Tree of Life

Jyoti (Rebecca) Yacobi lives in Toronto, Canada. She practices the yoga of Kashmiri Shaivism and is guided on this path by Swami Nirmalananda Saraswati. She works in the field of pediatric dentistry and also teaches meditation. Writing poetry has been a process of unfolding self-expression, of finding a voice in the world – the voice of a child searching for her home in the turmoil of life’s circumstances.

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