Cottonwood
Cottonwood
Billows of fluff that accumulate in eddies between buildings and along shaded streets. Puffs that float through the air in such abundance that they look like snow blowing sideways in 90-degree breezes.
Where do the June cottonwood seeds come from and where are they going?
They come from the root of the root of the Self- all that is. And they are seeking to return to the root of the root of the Self. And in this moment, they are free. Dancing in the wind.
Like us. We come from the root of the root of the Self. And we blow sideways through life. Traveling in freedom if we can accept the uncertain, unpredictable nature of the journey. Seeking always to return to the root of our Self.
“You were born from a ray of divine majesty
And have the blessings of a good star.
Why suffer at the hand of things that don’t exist?
Come to the root of the root of your Self.”
Special thanks to Margaret Dunn-Carver for sharing this poem in a beautifully taught yoga class. Root of the Root of Your Self by Rumi 1207-1273 Sufi poet .
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June 17th, 2008 at 8:39 pm
Rumi was an Anusara teacher!