A Dwelling Place for Tree and Soul Lovers
BaumBleibe: A Portal Through Trees
When i think of BaumBleibe, i think of Marcus Maria Jung’s tree photo and
the Rainer Maria Rilke poem, “Rise Up Rooted Like Trees.”
BaumBleibe
“Each thing—
each stone, blossom, child—
is held in place…
If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.
So, like children, we begin again…to fall…
Rilke’s Bood of Hours: Love Poems to God
[Allow me to pause here and share that it was Rilke’s poem
Herbst—Autumn—that helped me understand why practicing
“falling” is how i will arrive].
i see a tree portal
i see a tree portal and feel drawn to enter and let myself fall.
Fall, until i can feel that it’s actually true: Soul’s Hands are holding me and the world we live in.
Will you enter the tree portal and let yourself fall with me?
Fall, until you can feel Soul’s Hands are holding you and the world we live in.