My Kind of Church
The Ciruela tree
drops tree-thoughts down
to me below in the hammock.
Tree mind knows
everything’s alright,
somehow,
Just as it is.
The thing is,
it is and
it isn’t alright.
How to leap past either-or.
The suffering isn’t alright.
And at the same time.
the cosmic scale unfolds.
In my hammock
I’m trying to stay in tree mind.
To contribute my part,
and hold the both/and mystery
This is how I go to church.
A church that lets me
rock my prayers in a hammock.
©Susa Silvermarie 2024
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