Meeting You Where Your Roots Grow
Mary Ruzzel Morales
You might be dreaming of your growth
Have you been dreaming of your roots?
When you were careless running through the grass
That grew amidst the raging water that came before
Up the tree, you go with the birds free to chirp
The past and the present intertwine like branches
As a bird passes by when you pray homage to the falls of Masungi
Dipping your weary body and soul to the coldness of the flow
Memories spiral back and forth
Like the river meeting the ocean
Carrying the wisdom of the Sierra Madre to the shore
Accepting whatever remains of the struggles there are in the middle of the forest
So when your banks can no longer hold the rage of your water Know that you are connected to the Ocean: steaming with life As your branch reaches up to the sky and feels so small in the vastness of it all Know that your roots may not be seen but…
It is deep—connecting, remembering, grounding
Holding you in all your forms
Reaching deep within the solid ground
Carrying the wisdom of the forest:
“You are all these but always, always— you are more”