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“When the wind blew, the leaves and branches swayed and
tossed back and forth as if dancing in the wind; then the
sunlight shone down on the tree and I saw shadows emerge
amongst the leaves which made the leaves look like they
flickered in and out of the sunlight as if dancing with it. “
“It was lifting the concrete – so it was cut down.
I cried. I was facing the world.”
“Patiently waiting. “The tree is full of Mana.” **
Silently watching
Swaying gently
Creaking softly
Such peaceful mutterings
“The old woman of the house had passed just
Weaved among the urban sounds.” before I moved in and she was very close to all
her trees and garden.”
“Raindrops cling to these, provide a special beauty in sunlight.”
“When I looked more closely at the bottle brush tree, I saw ants going
about their work, marching in succession, leaving their pheromone trail so
they know where they’ve been, connecting with one another on their
return as more ants made their way to wherever they were going to gather
food for the colony.”
A larger ‘whole’ emerged. The tree was not a ‘whole’ on its own. It was a part as well… a part of the play of light
from the sun, a dance companion with the wind, a home for many, a support for many other unique forms. More
complex and poetic writing was now reflecting the richness of the relations centred in and through the tree.
** Mana - a Maori word meaning spiritual power, charisma - a supernatural force.
https://maoridictionary.co.nz
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