Dissolution

Dissolution

Day 88 of my tree puja.

In a philosophical frame of mind these days, considering my own, and the tree’s, and even the power pole’s, absence.

One day, we cannot know when, the tree will be no more, I will be no more, the house, the buzzing power pole, all the things that seem so permanent, will die and crumble, somehow…

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Not entirely a wild thing

Not entirely a wild thing

Day 86 of my tree puja.

My tree is not a wild tree. Just as I am not a wild human. We have this domesticity in common, as we reach out to each other across the species boundary.

The morning is a time of upward flowing energy. I felt it instantly, as I stood under the tree preparing the deepak (oil lamp)…

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