Sometimes when I’m meditating I like to gaze at a tree;

I’ve always thought of trees as natures watchers;

Still, silent, watching;

Humans only have brains because they move and need to anticipate;

But when I stand still and silent, I am like the tree;

Motionless, silent, not thinking;

My consciousness joining with the tree and the rest of nature;

As we both bear witness to and for, the universe.

Steve Rowe