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...
Women's Spiritual Poetry