That warm, sunshine-filled day, I was eating lunch and reading in an office park. Amazingly, no one else was around. My eyes moved from reading a book to resting on the beautiful pink trees directly across from me. I felt the trees sensed my deep appreciation of their worth and beauty. Suddenly the tulip trees moved and no other trees in the park moved at all. Were they responding to me?
Yes, I know a whirlwind is probably the explanation for their movement, but that in no way takes away from my wonder and awe that day as I humbly acknowledged the trees in return. Naturally, I wrote a poem about my mystical experience and even today I still carry that sense of wonder with me.
Shades of pink
floating on the branches
of the Japanese Tulip trees.
An occasional pink petal
letting go and floating free.
A sudden breeze shakes and bows
the branches toward me.
I remember a long ago greeting
of the Alvin Ailey dancers.
The awe I felt as the dancers shook
and bowed to acknowledge us,
And now the pink tulip trees
shaking and bowing as if to say,
“We see you.”
Feeling the awe of acknowledgement again,
I place my palms together in front of my face.
I bow and say “Namaste.”