The White Oak Tree Entangled Roots #5 Poem by Tristian Ford

The Whispers of Nature
Once again Amid anguish, grief, and suspense,
I've lost my way in the world,
however
I've found myself on a sloping terrain
Inseparable from life
-breath retained
Indivisible until death
on earth, I remain
Where should one wander where steps can't be in vain?
Where could one go,
Where one dares not complain?
Where one can declare he is
"beholden to see another day"
He knows
Where he sprouts is where he fell
Where he looms is where he lays
The spot is exactly where one must grow in faith
And not run faster nor struggle further
In irreparable disaster
When one hast lost his way

A Ballard of nature
Unraveled in muddy waters or untravelled on dry paths
Follow the loose rocks on the road
liberty in contrast
To an intangible dream
Where one doddering old recluse can be
Where the Oak Tree
demonstrated growth
That affects more than a hand can touch or
the eyes can see.

From
Underneath the earth,
Up Comes a patient equanimity
The White Oak Tree
Its Entangled roots
Similar to the brain on top of me.

The Whispers of Nature
the Oak Tree whispered to me
On a spiritual journey in the wilderness
Where it spoke with its soul
through which it conversed with me
Insinuated deeply as roots
Anchoring one's feet on a ground of affinity
Where one stood firmly



A Ballard of Nature
The Oak's trunk rises tall and exulting
Divine magnificence branching out into a
Magnificent canopy of leaves.
The tree shakes before the wind with a temper that brooked no resistance
A welcome release from besetting difficulties
Where there is shelter and protection from anxiety
Where a solemn glee possessed
the mind of thee.


The Whispers of Nature
An appealing sonorous voice bade me to enter
the peace of the White Oak
Where a swift knowledge came to thee
about the similarities of entangled roots beneath the Oak Tree.
Just like the brain I use to think
Encased in darkness in the vault of one's skull
A dark reason for going crazy
A constant stream of scurried memories
A mind full of decisions and human dignity
Ideas haunted by horrible understandings of insecurity

A Ballard of Nature
A White Oak Tree
All embrowned and mossed with age
A glimpse of extraordinary purpose
disentangled impermanence restored to healthy sage
The White Oak Tree
endures straight through four seasons without pleading
We move around freely
Yet we can't weather through summers or winters without
complaining or screaming
The tree stands tall without bemoaning or weeping
Leaves fall from the Oak, still,
it perseveres
and keeps living
The circle of life as we keep breathing
We have a strong dislike for pain
nevertheless
We walk around devoted to freedom
We walk around the Garden of Eden
This liberation creates deep problems
Confinement ensnaring the likes of you and me
How ironic it has to be.

The White Oak tree taught me…
To meditate with no thoughts
Just listen to
The Whispers of Nature
become one and stay silent
Like the Oak Tree
A sense of infinite peace confounded inside of the mind and the entangled roots of thee