In reverence to two tall palms

There are two palms

Tall and majestic

Outside my bathroom window

Across the way

Just close enough for me to see them

Not touch them

But feel them

Their energy pouring into my soul

Their essence connecting me back

To the Source

The One Source

That is them

That is me

That is us

I watch them swaying in the breeze

Dancing rhythmically

From side to side

Gracefully

Gently

Poetically

I watch them as the sun sets

Radiant light behind them

Casting hues of orange

Red

Autumn

Endings

I watch them in the morning

When the night is giving way to the dawn

The light behind them

Casting hues of black

Blue

White

Beginnings

I watch them swaying

Gently

Poetically

Majestically

As if nothing can touch them

Nothing can hurt them

I watch them adjusting to the weather

No matter what

Their fronds waving up and down

Side to side

Their trunks hard and strong

Flexing

Swaying

Wondering how they can be hard to touch

Difficult to move

Yet rock poetically in the breeze

Stand up to any weather

But have such delicately thin trunks

I wonder what they know

What they have seen

How they don’t snap

From the weight of their tops

I watch the two palms

Across the way

Whenever I can

Because they remind me

Of how life existed before I came

And will continue once I am gone

And like them

I must learn to stand tall and firm

Despite my delicate frame

To sway and rock

When the wind blows

When trouble brews

To remember always

Life goes on

And I must live it

For as long as I can

So

I watch the two palms

Across the way

As much as I can

Because they root me

In the now

The present

Connecting me back

To the Source

The Oneness

That is them

That is me

That is us
That is all

Namaste