THE MYSTERY OF OUR LOVE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The very first memory I have

 

is when I lived in a housing project in Virginia

 

It was called Hillwood Square and there were small houses,

 

joined and set one beside another

 

along sidewalks that extended for about a hundred yards

 

Along these sidewalks to the right and left

 

were small grass lawns and then the small rowhouses

 

A narrow walk went between the main sidewalk

 

and any particular house

 

Up and down the sidewalk on either side

 

were very large oak trees

 

Their trunks were 2 to 3 feet in diameter

 

They rose up straight for a long time

 

before there were any branches at all

 

Then they spread out

 

in a glorious,  thunderous foliage

 

They must of been 150ft tall

 

They were the largest living things I had ever seen

 

The forest had been carefully cut down around them

 

leaving them standing,

 

one beside another

 

up and down the long sidewalk

 

One day I was walking down the sidewalk

 

It must of been within the first 5 years of my life

 

and

 

This is the first memory I have in this life 

 

I felt the trees feeling me

 

The silence became very loud

 

and filled with the sense of 'other' living presence

 

We felt each other, the trees and I

 

I bathed in their ancient quiet regard, their community of living

 

I sensed my smallness and their hugeness

 

I felt them feeling my size as well

 

I felt my individuality well up like a secret,  just between us

 

No one else knew this thing

 

In just this way

 

I now,

 

also feel the immense presence of a Tree

 

An ancient oak of love

 

It towers over the paths we walk

 

and the things we say and feel

 

It is the oak of our life, of our love

 

It does not call out

 

but

 

it is present

 

When I become aware of it

 

I become aware of how small we are

 

I become aware of how vast is our life

 

I sense a great and vibrant community

 

and

 

This feeling is secret,  just between us

 

Like the rhizome of a mushroom that only shows

 

itself around it's fruiting edges

 

it is a surprise

 

No one else knows this thing

 

It is the mystery of our love

Tall Trees - Peter Malakoff
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This is what it was. The tall trees have been mostly removed now and younger ones have been planted