Burning in Tamuz

Come an see, the tree of life is on multiple levels, each separate and all one.  Branches, leaves, bark, body, roots, fruti - and all is one tree,

from the Zohar.  1:193

 

It has been 

a fiery summer, 

too hot to sustain

the newly planted May apple.  

It feels like a revolt -

the tics in tandem 

with the viral and bacteria worlds - 

almost invisible fences around

the holy body of woods and field.  The tree of

life is shaking with grief and righteous

anger.  We will always be cellular in

the larger trunk and roots - cancerous but still limited

in what we can effect.  Last night

thunderstorms tore through the valley and now this morning

the breathing of the mammal community,

mine and fox, bear, dear, squirrel

is cleared, the day lilies

stand straighter and I feel comfort

from what is non-human

unseeable, offering

these moments

of repair.