All life is elemental alchemy:
Fire fueled, air inspired -
Mothered by minerals
And maintained by water -
The philosopher's fluid.
All life is movement:
Beneath dove-demure bark -
Leopard-spotted by lichen -
Sound -
Ascensions and downward flows;
The tension and release of breeze-blown branches.
Atmospheric energy thrums
From tip of giddy twig
To tap each roaming root
In earth's wide-webbed-weave.
All life is harmony:
The balance of willing and loving;
Of attunement and surrender;
Connection not containment -
For each keep can become a prison -
Don't fence me in.
All life is sensitivity and resonance;
All life is vulnerability and dependence -
Always and already entangled -
And
All life dies back
To be re-ensouled in soil.
But - ah! - here and now -
Surge, search, reach into riotous efflorescence -
Fine-fingered foliage seek sun-drenched sky,
And so
Strain light into being.
The Phoenix doesn't rise from the ashes -
The Phoenix is the Ash -
Yggdrasil -
Tree of life.
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The photo is not the Ash I communed with, but it fits the message of Ashes to Ash! It's a survivor - and is providing a home for a woodpecker!
This is THE Ash.
This is a fine description of the experience and nature of life. And I reread just now (in the last post) the story of how the poem came to be. Wonderful x