Cathedral of Leaves

Posted on by Tai Woodville 
Cathedral of Leaves

Summer is here, and I don’t want to leave my porch.
 
Steeped in slow heat, I sit
                        and let my thoughts unspool,
 
                        watching the smoke from my burnt offerings
tell stories in the sunlight—

backlit leaves like stained glass windows.

A jay squawks and time stands still . . . 
I become nothing but breath.
 
During Plant Time, every minute is church
and the sermon is the best—
total silence.

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Mover, shaker, magic-maker. Writer, dreamer, singer/composer, philosopher. I majored in literature & creative writing at UCSB's College of Creative Studies, from which I graduated in 2002. I write a philosophy blog called "Parallax Journal: The Quester's Companion," and my book of poems, "Pollen," is available online at Finishing Line Press (published under Tai Carmen). I believe it is the duty of every human being---and specifically every dreamer, sensitive & independent thinker---to personally awaken to their highest calling in order that the collective might begin to wake into the next level of consciousness, which is essential for our survival as a species.