Bristlecone Ancestry

Here is a SoulCollage I created, and the poem that emerged from the images.

My ancestor tree is bare

The rugged twisting Bristlecone

of my birthing tree

does not reveal

details of my lineage.

It simply inspires

my living

into the wild flesh

of Now

Before me;

roots in soil.

After me;

sand drifting in wind.

Only Now can I embody

the moistness of life;

this muddy terrain of being.

From yoke I expand

offering my gelatinous form

as an expression of life

to this sweet & short

embodiment of me.

Ladybugs and butterflies

crawl on my skin

tickling my senses

bringing me more fully

into wild nature

and this evolving

ecosystem.

I carry the egg of life

forward into my living.

Before me;

rugged depths

of roots and beginnings.

After me;

mountains of human body sand.

But now...I am alive.

A living moment

on my ancestor tree;

A wild human

getting down & dirty

with this thang called Living.