Goddess of Great Mercy
Has a thousand arms
And a thousand eyes. . .
The classic question is:
Which one is the true eye
To see right through
All and every single thing?
For a long time I was unable
To solve this riddle, but
When the other day
I looked at the pine tree
Rooted on the jagged peak
And bent before the cold blast,
Blowing from the seven seas,
I suddenly realized
The true meaning of this.
The point is that all its boughs,
Twigs and every single needle
Bend to the wind
With tremendous submission.
Where this self-forgetfulness
Comes from if not from its strong
And tenacious roots
Nourished freely
On the crisp biscuit cliffs
Beyond the oil mist and milky clouds?!
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Love ya!
Jane
And, survival certainly is the ability to, "bend over backward." But if one does this continuously, we end up stunted like those trees. Sometimes it requires pulling up stakes and moving to a new location. At other times, it requires rebellion because otherwise things will never change.
Ron
Another truth: wherever you were perched, the poem arrived.
Charlie